03-14-2008, 05:27 PM
FINALS ARE OVER!
Students may think that they've got it made when they hand in their test papers but we teachers feel way better when the last one is graded and filed. I never thought that I'd be the one to experience this kind of thing back when I was still a kid but now, being on the opposite side of the educational system, it seems pretty...enlightening to pass on knowledge to the next generation.
Now, all that I have to do get the administrative details taken care of, sign off the kids's clearance papers and I'm free for at least a month before the little punks come back for the next year.
Now, what am I gonna do for that entire month? Maybe I'll see if I still know how to pilot an AC? Whatever happens, I've now got a lot of time on my hands so I'll prolly show my avatar's face around here more often.
Students may think that they've got it made when they hand in their test papers but we teachers feel way better when the last one is graded and filed. I never thought that I'd be the one to experience this kind of thing back when I was still a kid but now, being on the opposite side of the educational system, it seems pretty...enlightening to pass on knowledge to the next generation.
Now, all that I have to do get the administrative details taken care of, sign off the kids's clearance papers and I'm free for at least a month before the little punks come back for the next year.
Now, what am I gonna do for that entire month? Maybe I'll see if I still know how to pilot an AC? Whatever happens, I've now got a lot of time on my hands so I'll prolly show my avatar's face around here more often.
I hate the way you talk to me. And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick — It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh — Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around. And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you — Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick — It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh — Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around. And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you — Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
