Teaching: why?

Nothing is really what it seems. There is a reason for every other reason. What the hell made me think about this? Well, sitting in class today I started to wonder, Why would anyone ever want to be a teacher?

Teachers. They're not stupid and that's why I wonder what drives them. The profession of teaching sucks balls. The pay isn't that great; you only work for and get paid for half a year; students can always find a way to piss you off and make you miserable; you have to do your work at home, not just at your place of employment; before you can enjoy all these "benefits," you have to pay to put your ass through college. Sounds pretty shitty to me. The only conclusion I can come to is that teachers are selfish, narcissistic bastards. Teachers teach for the sense of superiority it gives them. Think about it (I know, thinking is a big thing for me to ask out of you but just do it this once), they must really love themselves. They're just like politicians: they stand around all day and shit out lackluster information and commentary that no one gives a damn about. They love to hear themselves talk. "Just look at all these dumb kids; sitting there silently while I preach my uninteresting nonsense. I'M in control!"

Pricks...think they're big shit. Always making fun of me because I don't learn well from their boring, mediocre teaching. Filthy whores. I ask a question, they give me a look and a smartass answer. "Oh don't worry class, what we're learning today is easy!" No shit? Of course it's easy for you, asshole. You learned this shit years ago in college and you teach it every damn day.

So if someone struggles, they're fearful of looking stupid since this crap is so "easy," and so they don't ask any questions, hence they don't learn anything. Way to go dipshit, you've failed. When teachers fail to teach, students fail to pass.

In essence, the success of a student is based on the luck of the draw. You reach your hand into the had and get either a) a delicious box of Wildberry Pop-Tarts (a good teacher) or b) a recently disturbed nest of pissed off hornets (a shitty teacher). Well I guess you could get c) a winning lottery or d) AIDS from being pricked by a contaminated needle. Either of the last two would make the kind of teacher you get irrelevant. If you're rich from the lottery, who gives a shit? And if you get AIDS, you're screwed unless someone finds a cure, and let's face it: we're too busy making tiny cell phones that you can take pictures with to come up with a cure for AIDS. Wasted technology is way more important than the AIDS crisis.

I got off subject didn't I? Oh well, at least I'm not French.

To sum it up: teachers teach to make themselves feel special, educational success hangs in the balance of what teachers you get, and I still hate cell phones.