It's all in my head...

I don't want to and you can't make me. Unfortunately, THEY can. Contract and some fluff like that.

In my two years of teaching, I have come to discover that I really don't like it. Parents never teach their children to respect others anymore. Okay, maybe I shouldn't say never, but certainly rarely seems appropriate. So many parents are too concerned with being their kid's friend that they aren't being their parents and teaching what I consider to be the fundamentals of childhood. Respect is the primary one. 5th graders should never call their teachers bitches or assholes. Regardless of how true it is. 5th graders should never call their classmates by similar names regardless of the attributes which they are identifying. 5th graders shouldn't know more about sex than their 30-ish year old teacher. IT'S JUST WRONG! Some of the other teachers and I will talk with each other and play the "who's gonna get pregnant next year" game. Trust me, it happens. Sick as that is to think about.

So, I have to roll out of bed in the morning and go to work. I have to go be the happy smiling teacher, though underneath it all I am cringing, staring at the clock, and hoping that 4:30 comes fast. I can't wait to be done with this school year.