Friday, November 11, 2005

Why I'm not a teacher

My solution to whiney kids running to the guidance counselor complaining because they were changed from soprano to alto:

"I say you go in there and tell her if she doesnt shut her little yapper you'll switch her to tenor and she can sit between "Billy" and *insert butthead male's name here*. Then you kick her in the shin, and pile drive her through the guidance counselor's desk to the sound of the guidance counselor saying "ahem, umm... lets find a less violent way to let out our aggression." and then you can say "sorry, i just felt that this was a situation for tough love." and then after a short discussion you warn "Lucy" that if she starts cryin' again you'll give her some more tough love through that table there by the door."

*Names changed to protect the brats.

3 comments:

liveyourlovoutloud said...

pplth, pplth,pplth,loatlamd.



Translated: peed pants laughing too hard, peed pants laughing too hard, peed pants laughing too hard, laughed obnoxiously and too loud annoying my dog.

Anonymous said...

haha I totally understand what you are saying:)

...or the ones who come up to you and tell you someone else hit them, but convienetly leave out what they did first:)

-Erin

Anonymous said...

Oh goodness Kyle.