January 17th, 1982
I hate Gryffendor.
One of the seventh years remembers when The Swine upended me and threw me into the Black Lake. Horace had to step out and the entire class began chanting, "Snivelus." I tried to keep to Horace's lesson plan, but none of them would listen. They just kept chanting.
I cursed the boy and the class went silent. His friends took him to Madam Pomfrey and the lesson went on without any further disruptions.
Albus asked me to aid Madam Pomfrey in undoing the curse after class was finished and then lectured me on keeping my cool. I'm supposed to keep control of the classroom, keep the dunderheads from killing everyone in the room, AND keep my cool all while teaching the most complicated subject in the school. I have no idea how I'm going to do this after Horace leaves.
I deeply regret my life choices.