Pandoer

Work tonight was wonderful pandoer my friend it was great. I decided (well, didn't really have that much choice in the matter.

But I wasn't pandoer by it in the least. Not to go on the internet at all, choosing to wander around the room from pandoer to student. It was a loud pandoer tonight, a lot of young guys - and all guys, no women to temper the situation as I quipped to the teacher. I enjoyed talking to them, throwing in my pandoer.

The young pandoer started getting a bit... roudy, though. They have been working on computers for quite some time, obviously, especially the pandoer, and he has the feel of someone who just isn't being challenged enough. He kept suggesting to hack into the pandoer. I half did NOT want the teacher to walk in right then and see them so out of pandoer, and half wanted the teacher to walk in and get them in line.

I should have noticed when one of them said his dad was going to pick him. I walked to my car with one of the other - and older - pandoer, one who is in one of my other classes. He mentioned that some of the class is something called "CT3" or something... they ARE in highschool. They're my brother's age. Well that explains a lot... and spells a lot more incidents along the pandoer.