He's over there, peaking his head off
Right, so the other day was spent with me listening to a first- and second-year teacher telling me how bad teaching is, how fucked the workload is, how hard it all is, how they never have time to do anything, how people keep organising meetings they're expected to go to WHEN THEY'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO EVEN BE AT SCHOOL, how you have to write a 50 page essay or whatever you want to call it. "portfolio" i think it is, just so those stupid bastard VIT cunts (OK, these are now my words) can have something else to do because at the moment they do FUCK ALL except make every Victorian teacher's life a hell-hole of jumping through hoops and bureaucratic weasel words and red tape which leaves LESS time for being able to TEACH the curriculum which no one EVER gets through anyway. and you never get a break, ever, and your second year is only easier because you start not giving a shit about certain things so you can at least breathe.
i listened to this, i took it all in and i accepted it.
it was like water off a duck's back.
There is no way that anyone (except perhaps me) is ever going to be able to talk me out of teaching until i've tried it.
however,
WHAT KIND OF FUCKED-UP GIT writes "i will kill [insert teacher's first name]" all over their books. It's not even like their a dragon-yelling-insane-screeching-evil teacher.
idiot.
on that note,
cheerio!
i listened to this, i took it all in and i accepted it.
it was like water off a duck's back.
There is no way that anyone (except perhaps me) is ever going to be able to talk me out of teaching until i've tried it.
however,
WHAT KIND OF FUCKED-UP GIT writes "i will kill [insert teacher's first name]" all over their books. It's not even like their a dragon-yelling-insane-screeching-evil teacher.
idiot.
on that note,
cheerio!