Oh dear.
Man, I proctored a test, for a class I'm going to teach this month.
... I don't know if I can do it.
These kids... these are bad kids. Um. They live in cottages on the campus, because they can't be trusted on their own. Some of them have to be walked from class to class. They couldn't finish the test, because they have a curfew. And of course, they are loud, unruly, and inclined to pick fights with each other. In short, this is a class I am worried about. SIGNIFICANTLY worried.
... don't gotta deal with it tomorrow, though. This is one of those small favors that one might thank goodness for.
posted by Ed Turner at
8:20:00 PM
6 Comments:
Is this at... Jail?
Seriously dude, this sounds like you are at prison or something.
Good luck with that man, I am not sure that you won't find yourself in needs of great quantities of the stuff before it's all over.
Stay Tough Ed, these kids can be a handful it sounds like.
Rob.
I suggest you look for the biggest and baddest of the ruffians, walk straight up to him, and punch him in the nose. They'll respect you for that.
Ed, listen to your father.
This worked well for Earl.
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