Too many of today's teaching corps really believe they are heroes "educating the future" and sorely need to get the fuck over themselves. Most aren't the least bit heroic and simply traded a higher paycheck for a guaranteed career, plentiful time-off, and a secure retirement. You all know the types I'm talking about, posting like mad on Facebook right now, pleading for attention from everyone they know to boost their fragile egos. Both my parents were teachers, btw, and would beat the fucking shit out of today's wimpy, feeble corps with their bare hands.
Too many of today's teaching corps really believe they are heroes "educating the future" and sorely need to get the fuck over themselves. Most aren't the least bit heroic and simply traded a higher paycheck for a guaranteed career, plentiful time-off, and a secure retirement. You all know the types I'm talking about, posting like mad on Facebook right now, pleading for attention from everyone they know to boost their fragile egos. Both my parents were teachers, btw, and would beat the fucking shit out of today's wimpy, feeble corps with their bare hands.
Truth. One of the Throbber's two dads was a teacher. He'd knocked the shit out of troublemakers and he just was a gentle desk jockey GG vet. No gang problems. No bullying. Parents weren't lined up in the office whining about little Johnny's self esteem and special needs. The combat vet GG teachers were bad asses. Sure, most of them kept a bottle in their desk drawer but you would too after surviving the Bataan Death March.
Too many of today's teaching corps really believe they are heroes "educating the future" and sorely need to get the fuck over themselves. Most aren't the least bit heroic and simply traded a higher paycheck for a guaranteed career, plentiful time-off, and a secure retirement. You all know the types I'm talking about, posting like mad on Facebook right now, pleading for attention from everyone they know to boost their fragile egos. Both my parents were teachers, btw, and would beat the fucking shit out of today's wimpy, feeble corps with their bare hands.
Truth. One of the Throbber's two dads was a teacher. He'd knocked the shit out of troublemakers and he just was a gentle desk jockey GG vet. No gang problems. No bullying. Parents weren't lined up in the office whining about little Johnny's self esteem and special needs. The combat vet GG teachers were bad asses. Sure, most of them kept a bottle in their desk drawer but you would too after surviving the Bataan Death March.
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APAG was being sarcasmic