I hate Friday nights when I put off going to sleep because I don’t want to think about work. Then I give up out of boredom and go to bed because I’m tired. I don’t even start off thinking about work, but it just worms its way into my thoughts. I think about the bad students in my classes and how it’s ridiculous that they’re college-aged, but I’m still running around after them like a goddamned nanny telling them they need to come to class and do homework. They’re f****** ridiculous. I don’t want them occupying my thoughts. They’re all upper-class brats with entitlement complexes and a complete lack of respect. I don’t even want to talk to them as much as I do, but they s*** up all my time and attention that I could be devoting to good students with actual concerns worth addressing. But nooo, I have to scold adults to act like adults instead. I can’t wait to teach somewhere else. I hate these stuck up a****** brats. And f*** off about my grammar. This is a rant, not an essay.
