Unnecessary "Teachings"
This subject, I love . . . but you teaching it . . . not so much.
Why should I have to constantly hear about your family issues? I now know more than
I ever needed to when it comes to you and yet you still choose, to ramble on in your
point of view.
The screws, I think are loose but you're apparently on so many medications that it should
make the news.
Front page.
Maybe you should go without them for a few days. Then MAYBE I'd actually learn
something from you instead of the 'normal' class days.
You tell us your many life stories; we pretend to listen.
Taking out snacks and our lunches, we hasten, so that we can take a nap
by the sound of your droning voice - it seems to go on for days.
WHY ARE YOU HERE?!
You fought for a class you weren't supposed to have, and they had to give it to you!
I guess you can sit back and laugh - at us because we thought we were finally free
from your clutch.
Morse Code, SOS, 911, and still!
No one's saved us from you yet!
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