10 months of the year I can completely understand why someone wouldn't want to be become a teacher. The kids, the colds, the paperwork, the parents, constant stream of newly discovered disorders that mean the kid can have whatever grade he wants.
Come mid-June, I COMPLETELY understand education as a career choice.
My last day was today. No more pencils, no more books, no more snot-nosed brats and their over-indulgent parents' dirty looks.
Bob's last day is tomorrow, I'm taking Maddie into his school to show her off and entertain him. We'll see what damage she can do at the middle school. At the very least, perhaps we can provide a reminder form of birth-control.
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