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Every year, the Wife becomes upset at ha into research the same procedures as if the students had never seen them. Every year, she’s convinced it’ll be the worst year ever. And every year, she remembers that, oh, it’s actually not that bad.
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We only had one day of school last week. The students came back Monday morning with…less than complete enthusiasm.
I kind of love having two-hour delays. I can totally make it to work by 10:00 am every morning.
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A little hint to all you students out there: yes, your teachers are torturing you. Yes, we enjoy it. A lot.
Students are hard to understand sometimes.
I have a confession: when I was a student, I was terrible about homework completion. My mother likes to recount the tale of my desk in second grade, which was full of completed homework that I just never bothered to turn in.
For the better part of a quarter.
High school wasn’t much better, honestly. I only did the work if (a) I could do it with little or no effort and (b) felt like it. I’ve come to realize how much of a pain in the ass I must’ve been to my teachers, and I’ve since apologized to many of them. They think the turnabout I now have to deal with is hysterical.
Sketches From Memory 