So I'm sitting here killing time on my dinner break during conferences. Yesterday and today were really hard days class-wise, like come home and take a bubble bath and cry and sort of wish I drank days. Oh, what a horrible teacher I am. Tonight, parent-teacher conferences. The conferences I dreaded. I have been told my Tough Kiddo of the year hated coming to school last year, loves coming this year, and his so-so grades are a huge improvement from last year. My Mental Disorder Kiddo's parents feel my classroom is the perfect placement for him and his mood swings. My Goldfish Attention Span Kiddo has increased in his confidence. Life as a teacher isn't so bad.