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 about 1 month 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 about 1 month 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 about 1 month ago
And you’re nearing this year’s finish line.
mistercatworks about 1 month ago
The countdown to summer school begins on the first day of summer. :)
Richard S Russell Premium Member about 1 month 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 about 1 month 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…