I’m taking the day off today because my all-boy class has been driving me fucking mental. They’re such knob-heads sometimes. I think that if I don’t get time away from them, I just may cause one of them grievous bodily harm. They’ve been asking questions about my sex life recently and making wildly inappropriate remarks, and I’ve had it. So I planned some relief lessons and phoned in sick. Yeah, call me slack, but sick days are a sanity preserver at this school.
The parents always complain that they have too many relief teachers, but what do they expect when their sprogs treat the staff like the irritating white noise that gets in the way of their oh-so-important pronouncements about so-and-so’s consummate skankiness? The next person who tells me teachers have it good because we ‘only’ work 9 to 3 and get the school holidays off can go piss up a rope.
