This is when I hate being a teacher...

There are two students in this school (they will remain nameless, or for coherence sake, I'll call them Larry and Bob) who make me wish I didn't deal with their type on a daily basis.

You know, the type of moronic idiot who believes the world stops an inch away from their nose... the kind of assinine turd who believes that you are there to serve them. It sickens me to witness the attitude that oozes from them, like some of toxic sludge that poisons everyone around them and makes others act like them. I get frightenly violent (and trust me, my students have seen that side of me) when these animals act the way they do and claim no responsibility for their actions. In their eyes, the entire world is at fault, everyone else is imperfect and therefore they have no basis for reprimanding them, those who oppose them are worthless.

I hate saying it, but they are a bleeping waste of space.

When the Bobs and Larrys of this school spread their maliciousness around, like for instance, running, nay, tackling students in a hallway right at the start of lunch, trampling over one of my grade 10 girls and then act all high & mighty when I try to reign them in, I say to myself: why the frag do I have to deal with this? Why didn't I pursue that acting career?

More importantly, why do teachers have to tolerate this kind of behavior? Why do kids have to endure Bob & Larry's sick and selfcentered attitude (that, unfortunately, many kids see as hip and cool)?

To me, Bob & Larry are like a disease. Like a bad rash. You want to scratch it off, but you know, that the only way to deal with it is to get to the source of the rash and eliminate it all together.

Sadly, I have found an ointment yet to cure the Bob & Larry rash.

That's when I hate being a teacher... it's when I can't find a big enough band-aid to fix the booboo.