What I Hear Everyday




Teacher can I paint? Teacher teacher he hit me! Teacher what’s your name? HEY YOU I don’t like milk! I wanna go home! I want my mommy! Teacher read to me teacher I gotta go potty teacher I had an accident!

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5 Responses to What I Hear Everyday

  1. Melisa says:


  2. Natalie says:

    You are in greater need of some grownup time than almost anyone else I know. Find a book club, join it, drink wine (I know you don’t like wine), eat cheese, and use as many big words as you can.

  3. Emily says:

    Oh my sweet goodness. Where’s the Children’s Chewable Quaaludes when you need them?


  4. Kara says:

    I’m going to revisit this entry every time I complain about my idiotic students, or every time my ovaries twitch.

  5. Darcey says:

    Did I tell you that my mother quit teaching middle school the year I entered 6th grade. She was really afraid if she had to do it at home and at work, someone was going to die.

    You have my sympathies.