Is what I left on the floors of my classrooms this year. Today I had my last lesson with my nemeses (is that the plural of nemesis?), that is, the grade sixers at U____bo ES (name has been changed to protect the guilty).
As if the little f___ers (expletive has been changed to protect your sensibilities) wanted to give me a fair sendoff, they were true-to-form monsters for the first half of the lesson. I plastered on my smile and soldiered on (to be honest, I only juuuusssst avoided exploding and losing it on them), and I think I won a few of them over towards the end of the lesson, but anyway, who cares? I'm done!
They gave me a book of letters of thanks at the end of class, and you'd never believe they were written by the same kids...one even wants to become an interpreter!!! Whodathunkit?
Go figure.
For those of you who think teaching is an easy job...go try it.
I dare you.