Welp wife needs a new job

[n2ishun]

Have her sneak in and put Blazing Saddles in the dvd player.

I was gonna say...

"Scuse me while I whip this out"



Oh, and for Longshot...

 

[Cowpokey]

Little fuckers would have a shit fit if they had to read Huckleberry Finn.

Out of curiosity I bought the audio book on my iPhone (99¢), it's true to the book no dancing around any words.

 

[Crewdog135]

I got my teaching certification in Business Education for the state of Oklahoma when I retired from the 'Corps in 2018. Was looking for a semi-decent line of work that paid as well as you can find in rural Oklahoma.

First long-term job: 7th Grade English. Shit.

About 6 weeks in, there was a little punk (in reality, about 40% of the kids) who was uber vocal about what a pimp he was, and how he "gets all the ass he wants" right in the middle of class. It was actually a boast to me basically.

Without thinking or hesitation, I simply said: "Bullshit, you go home, lock yourself in your room, and beat your dick like a death row inmate every night." The class erupted in laughter and little pimp daddy slunk down in his chair and shut his mouth for at least 10 mintues or so.

I knew I was done. I was sure that I was done. That line still sticks in my memory five years later like it was yesterday. I lashed out at at 13-year-old punk like I would have had he been an 18-year-old semi-retarded E-2 that needed to be shut up.

I too went home that day thinking that it was over before it really ever got started.

Never heard a thing about it from the school staff.

The next year a full-time position opened for 6th Grade English. I knew by that point that I did not have it in me to be a teacher. I took the pay cut and remained retired until I started helping my wife run her veterinary practice.

Best of luck to your wife in the longevity of her career.

Bringing back memories! Off-topic, but I was the IG at Scott AFB many moons ago. There was a program for first-term Airmen where all the orgs on base gave them briefings on what they did,.. basically death by PowerPoint for a week. I was the last briefer on Friday afternoon. Needless to say, the kids were a bit chippy by that point and I always tried to keep it light (I didn't use any slides) while trying to pass a couple pearls of wisdom. One particular group had a joker. After the third or fourth barb, I said game on.
Me: Airman, what's your name?
Him: his name..
Me: You look real familiar. Where you from?
Him: his hometown
Me: Yeah, I've been there. How old are you?
Him: (looking a little confused by this point) 19, sir.
Me: (taking a long, pensive look at the ceiling) What's your momma's name?

They were all real quiet for a second until I cracked a smile then the room exploded. Yeah, I got jokes too..

 

[vinniedelpino]

Now she knows who to hold back a grade…
Snitches get stitches… or held back.

Sirhr

Hah!

I did my first two years at community college back in the early 2000s. Some of those kids could barely read.

If you can make it through the school day without regularly shitting your pants you'll make it to graduation.

No child left behind and all that...

 

[diggler1833]

Bringing back memories! Off-topic, but I was the IG at Scott AFB many moons ago. There was a program for first-term Airmen where all the orgs on base gave them briefings on what they did,.. basically death by PowerPoint for a week. I was the last briefer on Friday afternoon. Needless to say, the kids were a bit chippy by that point and I always tried to keep it light (I didn't use any slides) while trying to pass a couple pearls of wisdom. One particular group had a joker. After the third or fourth barb, I said game on.
Me: Airman, what's your name?
Him: his name..
Me: You look real familiar. Where you from?
Him: his hometown
Me: Yeah, I've been there. How old are you?
Him: (looking a little confused by this point) 19, sir.
Me: (taking a long, pensive look at the ceiling) What's your momma's name?

They were all real quiet for a second until I cracked a smile then the room exploded. Yeah, I got jokes too..

As a former platoon sergeant, I have used that exact one myself a few times . Usually it was one of the other SNCOs (E-6 +) or myself saying that to some new-join. Not because the new kid encouraged it...but it does shorten the determination factor for them as to who is on top, and who is bitch (as your story highlights).

...always have to add: "She's the one with the big wart on her tit, and the ass that smelled like pickle juice, right?"

I almost miss it...almost.

 

[TC.TURTLECREEK]

Am I the only one that thinks the teacher / wife lacked common sense and even a minimal level of judgment by reading "the word?" It's not like it's news to anyone that it's the third rail in today's society for much of the population. Regardless of the double standards that exist, if you want to keep your job, especially a government job and especially a job involving children, you have to exercise better discretion.

Turn in your brace yet?

 

[lightman]

I got my teaching certification in Business Education for the state of Oklahoma when I retired from the 'Corps in 2018. Was looking for a semi-decent line of work that paid as well as you can find in rural Oklahoma.

First long-term job: 7th Grade English. Shit.

About 6 weeks in, there was a little punk (in reality, about 40% of the kids) who was uber vocal about what a pimp he was, and how he "gets all the ass he wants" right in the middle of class. It was actually a boast to me basically.

Without thinking or hesitation, I simply said: "Bullshit, you go home, lock yourself in your room, and beat your dick like a death row inmate every night." The class erupted in laughter and little pimp daddy slunk down in his chair and shut his mouth for at least 10 mintues or so.

I knew I was done. I was sure that I was done. That line still sticks in my memory five years later like it was yesterday. I lashed out at at 13-year-old punk like I would have had he been an 18-year-old semi-retarded E-2 that needed to be shut up.

I too went home that day thinking that it was over before it really ever got started.

Never heard a thing about it from the school staff.

The next year a full-time position opened for 6th Grade English. I knew by that point that I did not have it in me to be a teacher. I took the pay cut and remained retired until I started helping my wife run her veterinary practice.

Best of luck to your wife in the longevity of her career.

I have 90 hours towards a teaching degree. I woke up one morning a few weeks before I was scheduled to start student teaching and realized that I didn't want to do that for the rest of my life. I didn't even want to do it for one day. I stopped going to class and started job hunting. Ended up working for the power company for 35 years. Fuck a bunch of little bed wetters!

When I was on the line crew we had a big burley truck driver/equipment operator and there was a little skinny black apprentice lineman. I mean he looked like a spider monkey and was as black as the ace of spades. Every morning the truck driver would tell him "you one ugly niggah" and he would say "but I's your niggah boss". They were actually good friends and everything was in good fun. That wouldn't fly today!

 

[XLR308]

After your wife was fired, all the poor, injured, innocent little children, were all escorted to a designated safe space, so they could spend the afternoon reflecting on the damage that was done, while getting a lap dance from the school's social worker.

Is there anyway we could get a projectile vomiting emogie, or perhaps a fuck that shit or quick kill it before it gets away emogie ?
Asking for a friend