It’s hell for just about all classroom teachers right now. The kids are insane, the classroom heaters are either blowing 97 or 7 degrees, administrators are trying to squeeze in evaluations, and the school board took away the secret Valium lick in the teacher’s lounge.
So for all of my fellow teachers, here is a little song to help you make it to the break. Because vodka doesn’t translate in this format. And because no one has time for the full thing, here’s the countdown from twelve. Enjoy!
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my students gave to me: twelve new gray hairs
Eleven whiny whiners
Ten tardy passes
Nine late assignments
Eight stomach ulcers
Seven hours of grading
Six stupid questions
Nasty stomach flu!
Four copied papers
Three parent emails
Two eyes a twitching
And a headache that needs some Aleve!
Hang in there, everyone!
Agreed. Only a few more days, y’all.
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