Ode To The Teacher OR Why I Will Become A Teacher
What You Should Do Here
Fuck this nonsense, bull shit system, run by power hungry burnt out assholes, crazed by their positions of authority over people younger than they.
Hypocritical rules set by maniacal former hippies, disillusioned by the hazy drug altered world they live in.
Middle aged to elderly, cynical bastards, stereotyping all their biases into our heads....can't stand it.
Work is done, work is correct, student is not present. Oh boo hoo. Student's work merits passing grade without being in class to listen to teacher spew horse shit for hours on end about repetitive blah blah that was taught in ninth fucking grade.
You want me to learn then rise up off my sack. Stop restricting me like you're dealing with a four year old child. I pay for my schooling and I pay your god damn salary. Now show me some respect you piece of shit. Your rules are ruthless and your teaching is useless. You're lucky to be where you are because I could be learning what you're teaching from an episode of Reading Rainbow and the back of a cereal box, so don't think you're something special.
Now you want me to stop arguing my point, theres no way around your rules, there's no way to remove your dick from my ass!? Your all-knowing, holier-than-thou attitude doesn't phase me. You're scared, you pussy, you're back pedalling. Now you're afraid someone is going to snatch your power away and I, the student, am going to be the one to knock you off your high-and-mighty pedestal by any means necessary.
I, too, will be a teacher. You have reenforced the desire within me to do so because I will be the successful, understanding educator you will never be. Why? You may ask; because nobody likes an aging fuck-up, trying to redeem themselves. YOU ARE A TOBY.
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