There are hours (never full days) when I miss being a teacher. Then the Bear tells me "how her day went" and I remember: ohh that shit sucks.
The Bear was so fucking proud of the "campaign" she created for her 6th grade class using "Recycle Michael," a tin-man like character made from "recyclables." ...I don't have the heart to tell her that recycling is bullshit.
I don't trust people who don't cuss -- those fuckers are hiding something.
I've been a journalist and an English teacher, and I can tell you some of what we shove down kids' throats as "grammar" is bullshit.
I love Labor Day. The Fourth of July is bullshit; Christmas perpetuates the Greatest Lie Ever Told; but Labor Day is simple and honest: Let's take a day off to celebrate that we get to take days off.
Believe it or not, I have a friend, who recently became "famous" for quitting. Well, at least "internet famous" (in Tucson only) when he quietly retired.
The Bear teaches 6th grade in a poor neighborhood. Every once in a while when the Phoenix Suns really suck, they pad the house by giving away tickets