Just got out of school early today because it was the end of the semester. And then I kind of felt sorry for my teachers...we
get out early but they have to stay back and correct papers all night.
Then I laugh at how stupid that is.
I shouldn't feel too sorry because
a) No person in high school ever admits they ever feel sorry for their teachers.
b)Even if they do feel sorry for their teachers, it is only for the cool ones.
c) Teachers are meant to be hated by kids.
d) If they don't want to correct all that stuff they shouldn't give us that much. I especially
laugh when I think about my English teacher. She just got a whole stack of reports from not only our class, but the junior
class too. She's not known for grading quickly and I don't expect my report back until the end of the year.
There is not too many cool teachers at our school. A lot of my middle school teachers had
my mom and my aunts in high school, but they all retired now. My Geography teacher is definitly the coolest. Everybody likes
him. But there is one certain teacher who I HATE and he thinks I'm his pet. >:P Yuck. He is going to have a heart attack
when I drop his class at the end of the year.
I have a teacher who needs to grow up and a lot of teachers that need to live a little.
I was talking to a friend of mine from St. Ansgar when he was giving me a ride home and we
started talking about our teachers. He's sort of a troublemaker, but not seriously bad trouble. He talked about his math teacher,
who ran out crying after his class was so bad, and his welding teacher who always picks up money so they heat up quarters
and watch him pick them up. He told me that if he ever was a teacher, he would be the cool one that all the kids like. What
would be the point of being a strict one? There's enough of them.
So I was thinking, what kind of teacher would I be?
I thought about finding some quiz or something to put on here, but
then I was too lazy to do it. That is my quiz right there. I know I would be the lazy teacher that saves everything
until the last day before the semester ends. I have one of those. She's pretty cool, but she can get frazzled.
She's not organized or anything either. I think I would be like her.
I'm sick of thinking. I'm not a teacher and I probably won't ever be one. It's time for me
to go back to my lazy highschooler life.
