Holy Shit
I have over sixty 13 year olds that I care for during the day. Most of them are awesome. Some of them are trying desperately to find my last nerve. Still it beats working for a living.
When I was bartending I had a drunk reach over and grab the knife I was cutting lemons with and wave it in my face. I miss him.
When I was bartending I had a drunk reach over and grab the knife I was cutting lemons with and wave it in my face. I miss him.
posted by Dean ASC at 9:11 PM
3 Comments:
Would it make you feel better if I came over to your house and waved an acidic knife in your face?
As a friend, I'd do that for you.
If by "care for", you mean teach -- you need to update this post.
And if you are claiming only girls, not boys too, could get on your last nerve, see AG's recent post. You, UC -- the HUGE Jerk -- and Chuckles can go drinking for yer extra pay. And you can keep UC over night because the couch isn't good enough for him. If not, sorry for the rant.
You have never been on the business end of an IEP. For some of those students it's more then just teaching. I have to 'care for' them in ways that go beyond simple lecturing. What do you do when, by law, you have to seat a child in the front row and you have more children with this requirement then you have chairs in the front row? I have to write 5 different exams and pass them out in such a way that I don't embarass the students who get the 'special'one.
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