A day in the life of T

This week has been a particularly obscure one:
Form - uneventful probably because only 2 out of 14 of them decided to show on time.
Year 12 - attempted to teach trigonometric functions to a class containing a leper. (later it transpired he was quite visibly part way through a bout of chicken pox)
Year 11 - typically laid back and unconcerned about their forthcoming exams - so much so that senior members of staff are carrying out a 'Classwatch' system - more like Crimewatch...
Year 10 - stopped by a pupil and told that he hates me. In the words of Phil: 'Fair enough'. You can't get on with everyone. He feels the reaction he receives from me is not sufficient so backs it up with ‘faggot’.
Year 9 - observe one pupil break off from their work to snort a line of some substance. The substance is confiscated and turns out to be paprika.
Year 7 - After being given a detention, a pupil feels it would please me to see how my teaching has contributed to his numeracy skills by counting to 1 using the necessary number of digits from the middle of his fist, this was delivered with a pleasant smile, a nice touch.
Form - On my way to form I pass a pupil (supposedly in my form) going in the opposite direction. When asked (in a non aggressive manner) to get to form I suffer a Vicky Pollard routine of
a) being ignored
b) 'Alright!'
c) 'I don't care'