SUBWAY FOLK: Not Hot for Teacher
I had an anxiety attack on the train today. Such attacks aren’t that uncommon for me, ’cause yeah, I can be a bit neurotic. But dude, this lady? Grading papers. Lookin’ like THAT. This image should send shivers up and down the spines of anyone who ever had that teacher in junior high or high school who meticulously critiqued EVERYTHING about EVERYTHING.
Look at this chick. Schoolmarm hairdo, dressed and accessorized (shut up) in nothing but red and black, everything in place, and really tearin’ into her poor students. Believe me about the last part. I was watching her grade those little essay books, and she was being absolutely cruel. One of her comments to a student was to quit using circles to dot his/her i’s, because it made the whole essay “insufferable” to read. So lame.
HATE. Teachers like this.
Remember this teacher? The one everyone drew in compromising situations, or at least with daggers through her chest. She’s the one you spread rumors about, saying she had a coffin in her closet, or was sleeping with the principal and rearing a brood of demon babies. This is the teacher that laughed at your attempt to analyze color in The Scarlet Letter, the one kids said had tentacles growing out of her vagina.
That last thing was probably just something my friends and I did, and that teacher (the Wentacle, as we called her) has cancer now, so we all feel like shit. Nevertheless, we all had at least one belittling and super callous teacher at some point. Though I must admit, this is the kind of teacher that over prepared me for college and made it so easy. They’re good for that, at least.
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Mate, you need to come to London to chill out ;-)
Ha, you’re probably right.