Hey! Less of the personal remarks while hiding behind the veil of anonymity in a craven cur-like fashion. I diagnose Phlp, from previous evidence ;>.

I am not changing prematurely into a crotchety old woman. I am channelling, timeously and to good effect, my inner crotchty old woman. I am only officially a crotchety old woman when I'm actually whacking the little buggers over my head with my cane, or running over their toes with my rocking chair. Right now, the happy invention of biting and scurrilous Harry Graham-oid poetry is, in fact, standing as a substitute for actual Maddened Granny action, for which the students may, in fact, be grateful.