Power Tu-ri-hip
Being a Teacher's Aide rocks. I'm just sittin' at Mrs. Ham's desk on her computer, feeling all important after grading papers and entering them and looking up fan fiction. Yeah. This rocks.
(Above post was merely just to post and feel important. Real post ahead.)
(Above post was merely just to post and feel important. Real post ahead.)
posted by Molly at 12:51 PM
2 Comments:
Yeah, that's how I felt when my speech teacher asked me to come to his class and take role when he wasn't there...then when I showed up some other guy had taken over... :-(
Ah, yes. I, too, have inhaled the mad, intoxicating fragrance of being a teacher's aide. Lo, how it draweth one close to its safe, shadowy bosom with promises of glory that doth make the ambitious tremble in perspicacious delight. Yet, how it doth also o'erwhelm the meek sensitivites by inflaming merciless scorn in the breats of his fellow men, one and all alike, brimming with passion until that teacher's aide, bearing full the brunt the volley of their ill-tempered wit, doth succumb to misery unparalleled, until, at last, he is no better that a lifeless vessel, cast o'erboard to on to meet its fate frothy seas.
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