Why teachers drink

[limr30 3]

Appropriate timing. About 2 minutes ago, I put a big fat F on a plagiarized paper.

 

[Redeyejedi]

"Life’s head is the basketball and I’m the basket."

this made my day, thanks for that!!

one i heard on television:
Leno was going around D.C or perhaps it was NY, showing people a sundial. few knew what it was or what it's used for, but one answer had me giggling. his response was, "yea, i know what that is. it's what sailors used to use to find the way home; it's an old modern compass."
i assume he was actually referring to a sextant but his surety and confidence when he said old modern compass was truly priceless.

 

[runnah]

This will cheer you up. Naughty language.

 

[runnah]

If that doesn't work try this...

 

[limr30 3]

Definitely more in the mood for Van Halen! :mrgreen: That drum beat at the start, man. Oof.

The scene from "Dangerous Minds" that has always stuck with me was a scene when she was at the desk, clearly feeling defeated that it was so hard to get them to do anything. She told them to take out their vocabulary and they started moaning. She said something like, "Fine, don't do it." One kid in the back said, "Oh c'mon. You wouldn't let us get away with not doing our vocabulary, right?" So she played along and told his he's right, that they had to do their vocabulary.

That is a very familiar feeling. Some days the fight just feels too hard hard and you don't know if you have it in you to fight for yourself AND for them. Then something makes you realize that if you give up, so do they.

 

[limr30 3]

Wait, what happened to the "Dangerous Minds" clip?

 

[snerd]

 

[limr30 3]

Love that movie, snerd.

 

[oldhippy]

A cute story for the evening break.


There once was a happy little fly buzzing around a barn, when she came upon a large pile of fresh cow manure. Since it had been hours since her last meal and she was feeling hunger pangs, she flew down to the irresistible delicacy and began to munch out.


She ate ..... and ate ... and then ... she ate some more!


Finally, she decided she'd had plenty. She washed her face with her tiny front legs, belched a few times, then attempted to fly away.


But alas ....she had pigged out far too much and could not get off the ground.


She looked around wondering what to do about this unpleasant situation when she spotted a pitchfork leaning upright against the barn wall.


She'd found a solution! She realized that if she could just become airborne she'd be able to fly again.


So, she painstakingly, climbed to the top of the handle. Once there, she took a deep breath, spread her tiny fly wings, and leaped confidently into the air. She dropped like a rock and splattered all over the floor...


Dead fly...


The moral of this sad story?


Never fly off the handle when you know you're full of ****!

 

[limr30 3]

Cute!

 

[robbins.photo]

Appropriate timing. About 2 minutes ago, I put a big fat F on a plagiarized paper.

Which leads to an interesting question, do you think you might have saved their self-esteem by using a tiny, skinny F instead?

 

[limr30 3]

Appropriate timing. About 2 minutes ago, I put a big fat F on a plagiarized paper.

Which leads to an interesting question, do you think you might have saved their self-esteem by using a tiny, skinny F instead?

Yeah, not really worrying about their self-esteem right about now

 

[kundalini]

 

[bribrius]

I don't know. I was a substitute once. junior high math and science. And teachers suck, they go out of work, hardly leave any lesson plans. you walk in a class not knowing a thing of what is going on. Then the teachers don't know when they might get back, so you don't know how long you will even have this class. which at that pay grade is pretty much volunteer work. They didn't call me in anymore, I think because a child complained I was bouncing the basketball while I gave them a 7th grad math test. I guess I was distracting. And I was a smoker. so out side of school the kids would see me, and try to bum a cigarette off me. I didn't give them any. But I did notice some missing out of my pack in the teachers desk. Then I had one kid leave with a bathroom pass. I didn't notice he was gone until the next day when he walked in and put it back on the chalkboard.. That could have been why they stopped calling me back. But come on, you can barely take attendance anyway. you don't know any of them. They should just number the desks so you can call out number five, number eleven etc.


Eventually the real teacher comes back, sometimes to leave little notes "can you have them do this this this this , work on this this this," then they disappear for another week. so you are just kind of sitting there thinking, "crap. this is her class why don't she get her azz back here and have them do this, this this this this.......and no, im not bringing home this stack of crap to correct that lazy biatch"

 

[limr30 3]

Hubris.