Erin writes an eloquent occupational manifesto in Bitches:
I'm tired of being looked down on by students and American society in general for being a teacher. The educational system may fail some students, by and large, most teachers don't. I chose this job; I didn't "fall back" on it, and I'm fucking smart; I could indeed being making more money as a lawyer or a doctor but I DON'T WANT TO DO THAT. I spend more time with more kids than most parents.
I impart morals; I teach ethics; I encourage free thinking and reading and tolerance and joy and creativity, and I hold students to high standards. Kids have my phone number, I make sure they have food; I celebrate their lives with them, and and am like a big sister and an aunt and a strong female role model for boys and girls alike.
I do not deserve ANYONE'S scorn.
I love Erin. That made me go back and search out her teacher-as-high-roller drabble that I love so much. I've been meaning to print it out and hang it, and I just did so.
Shrift in Natter:
I woke up psychotic this morning. I hate it when that happens.
In Bitches, where the weekend's accomplishments have been enumerated, and Polter-Cow is in training for a marathon, so has been running quite a bit.
MiracleMan:
What'd you do to make someone chase you twelve miles?
Polter-Cow:
My mom caught me with a white Caucasian she-devil.
Aimee, in Bitches: This should not, in the future, translate into SEX DREAMS about PRINCE EFFING CHARLES.
Vortex: Was he your tampon?
god, I swear I'm only setup. In Premium, regarding The Tudors:
SA: Heh. My friend T and I looked at each other at the first gratuitous sex scene and were like, "He didn't take off his pants, did he?" "Nope, didn't even finish unbuttoning them." "Guess Henry's a hump monkey then."
Matt the Bruins fan: But the mystery of why he had so much trouble fathering heirs is solved at last!
SA, I was just coming in to post that!
SA, I was just coming in to post that!
I don't believe you, Robin.