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Unadulterated loathing
Oct. 20th, 2014 05:23 amSo I have reached a milestone in my career as a teacher: the first time I hated a student.
A bunch of my friends have heard about this student, because I had to spend fifteen hours a week with him for WEEKS and he was... dramatically, astonishingly awful. I’d come in every day after class and complain about him to my colleagues, and when I tried not to because I didn’t want to be boring, they'd ask because his horribleness was entertaining in its sheer scale.
I’m sure I’ve missed some things even in this epic post.
The worst part was that I didn’t want to chuck him out (though the Director of Studies made it clear I could at my discretion) because he was my guarantee of full-time hours until Christmas. Now I don’t have that because he's been chucked out. But I feel ZERO regret.
( hate hate hate )
A bunch of my friends have heard about this student, because I had to spend fifteen hours a week with him for WEEKS and he was... dramatically, astonishingly awful. I’d come in every day after class and complain about him to my colleagues, and when I tried not to because I didn’t want to be boring, they'd ask because his horribleness was entertaining in its sheer scale.
I’m sure I’ve missed some things even in this epic post.
The worst part was that I didn’t want to chuck him out (though the Director of Studies made it clear I could at my discretion) because he was my guarantee of full-time hours until Christmas. Now I don’t have that because he's been chucked out. But I feel ZERO regret.
( hate hate hate )
