The teacher, called Monica sat at the front of the class. Like clockwork they came in, stupid kids, they didn't have a clue how the world works. Don't you get it? She would say internally, like after this is nothing. Nothing, you don't become a policeman, or a doctor. You just work. She thought they would behave differently if someone told them that. Like you don't have to do any of this. It would make my job easier she thought. So serious they take, like every day this guy is early and for what. Watching me clean-up yesterdays papers? Hand out the assignment?
Monica used to like teaching, but that was a while ago, not it was a place she couldn't escape. She loved the summers, but too be honest once school started again, she liked not only being stuck in her house.
This hour though was Monica's easy hour, like there were some weird kids, her and her friends would make fun of them. They had little nicknames. Penn was called four-eyes, not that he had glasses, just looks like he should. Monica would sometimes text during quiet reading, not gunna believe what they got up to today. She liked this part of the job.
Monica used to like teaching, but that was a while ago, not it was a place she couldn't escape. She loved the summers, but too be honest once school started again, she liked not only being stuck in her house.
This hour though was Monica's easy hour, like there were some weird kids, her and her friends would make fun of them. They had little nicknames. Penn was called four-eyes, not that he had glasses, just looks like he should. Monica would sometimes text during quiet reading, not gunna believe what they got up to today. She liked this part of the job.