I'm on the countdown to Liquor Day - i.e. the last day of school. I know I'm not the only one who is so sick of these kids. Today, Dumb as a Sack of Hammers Kid broke his red gel pen and smeared the ink all inside the new textbook he was "reading." He then closed the book, got up and put it on another desk, picked up a different book, and went back to "reading." When I confronted him, he said the pen broke when he was writing in the book. He's not even smart enough to be a good liar. No doubt he'll end up as a state senator (R-NV) one day.
Yesterday, a different genius stabbed himself in the hand with his own pencil and had to go to the nurse. Not that it was serious enough to warrant medical attention. I just wanted to get him out of my sight for a few minutes, and I just had to take the opportunity to write on the health office pass that he needed a band-aid and a Darwin Award. And I did. I don't think the nurse got the joke, though.
At least I don't have the particular brand of moron student whose mom does his homework for him, and then forgets to have him rewrite it in his own writing before turning it in. But I guess that would be an improvement over the students I have, who see no point in doing homework, class work, or learning of any sort since either Harold Camping or the Mayans are to be believed and the world will end either on October 21 of this year or on December 21, 2012.
Is it summer yet?
I swear if I hadn't already heard these stories, I'd think it was fiction.
ReplyDeleteEleven more days of shenanigans.