Bev Trexel: The Reflections (and Rants) of a Retired Teacher
Most of the time, I don’t miss teaching.
Who would? The kids, much less the schedules and regulations and meetings, would try the patience of Job himself. Disruptive students. Rude students. Note-passing students. Arm-folding, “I dare you to flunk me” students (which I usually did). Students who couldn’t tell the difference between Dickens and Dickinson (Shall we start with spelling?) ...
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