So the kids don’t want to be there, teacher Vero doesn’t want to be there. And as the quarantines showed, the parents don’t want the kids around the house either.
Seems something is fundamentally wrong with the system.
My Summer began in February, when I’d had more than enough of tenth grade. …oddly enough, there were no crying teachers in the hallway…
And you’re nearing this year’s finish line.
The countdown to summer school begins on the first day of summer. :)
Also, with every tick of the clock, you’re one second closer to (a) your next birthday, (b) retirement, © the next election, (d) winter, and (e) death. Time is like that.
Has anybody actually ever called their teacher “teacher”? I always addressed them by their name, like Mrs. Rossi, or Miss Clark, or Mr. Vandercar…
Lalo Alcaraz
May 22, 2015
zwilnik64 7 months ago
So the kids don’t want to be there, teacher Vero doesn’t want to be there. And as the quarantines showed, the parents don’t want the kids around the house either.
Seems something is fundamentally wrong with the system.
Serial Pedant 7 months ago
My Summer began in February, when I’d had more than enough of tenth grade. …oddly enough, there were no crying teachers in the hallway…
grocks 7 months ago
And you’re nearing this year’s finish line.
mistercatworks 7 months ago
The countdown to summer school begins on the first day of summer. :)
Richard S Russell Premium Member 7 months ago
Also, with every tick of the clock, you’re one second closer to (a) your next birthday, (b) retirement, © the next election, (d) winter, and (e) death. Time is like that.
carlosrivers 7 months ago
Has anybody actually ever called their teacher “teacher”? I always addressed them by their name, like Mrs. Rossi, or Miss Clark, or Mr. Vandercar…