Mamacita says: Spring Break is over for me and just beginning for other people, so naturally I’m, to quote Jimmy Fallon, BOTHERED.
Oh, not really. I love my job. All of them, in fact.
In honor of my love for my jobs, I shall dedicate this post to things that BOTHERED me at my former job, and which are still BOTHERING dedicated teachers today. That my children will inherit the botched situations and circumstances of this kind of mindset REALLY bothers me.
Oh, why do it be?????
. . . that parents who do not supply or pay for their children’s school lunches are the ones who complain and whine the loudest if this FREE lunch, paid for by OTHER PEOPLE, isn’t exactly what they or their child like to eat. . . .
. . . that anyone who so obviously hates kids would end up in a classroom influencing them. . . .(you know who you are, if you’re reading this.)
. . . that so many sweet, smart kids who love learning and who have so much to give must end up in families that regard education as something that interferes with the NASCAR schedule. . . .
. . . that Jerry Springer is on at 4:00, just when little children are getting off the bus and entering empty houses, so that they grow up believing that those roadhouse incestuscums are typical people with viable lifestyles. . . .
. . . that the media celebrates shackups, illegitimate babies, divorce, adultery, and pleasing oneself regardless of the wake of heartbroken and betrayed spouses and children. . . .
. . . that the public is so quick to forget the former spouse and family of celebrities who have finally found true love after all those misunderstood years. . . .
. . . that an adult would put himself/herself before a promise, a marriage, and a child. . . .
. . . that people think a $900,000 gown on a celebrity is money well spent, but who balk at donating ten bucks to help buy shoes for an orphan who has lost everything he has and everyone he knows. . . .
. . . that a parent should care so little about the health, welfare, and safety of a child that he/she smokes in the house, or at all. . . .
. . . that there are adults who see nothing wrong with bringing a child into the smoking section of a restaurant. . . .
. . . that there are still smoking sections in restaurants at all. . . .
. . . that so many children must live without fantasy, traditions, values, imagination, and books. . . .
. . . that there are so my houses with no books at all in them. . . .
. . . that so many families’ idea of a good time is to sit and watch other people on tv doing things. . .
. . . that there are so many people right here in the US who are so ignorant they don’t even teach their kids to brush their teeth, bathe, control their tempers, flush, wipe, or eat with utensils (probably because the adults themselves don’t know how). . . .
. . . that so many parents feel it’s their right to sit and watch the game or a tv show instead of going to watch their children sing in the choir, which means the child can’t go either. . . .
. . . that so many adults lie, cheat, steal, betray, abuse, and otherwise screw their children out of the life all children deserve. . . .
. . . that any parent would allow his/her kids to misbehave in public and disturb other people. . . .
. . . that any adult with kids could dare state that “it’s all about ME” and mean it. . . .
I’ve got more – of course I do! – but it’s midnight now and I’ve got papers to grade for tomorrow.
Y’all behave yourselves now, or you’ll find yourselves right here on a list, with the scorn of the clean and decent upon you. You’ve been warned.
P.S. Being an adult isn’t SUPPOSED to be fun all the time; we’ve got responsibilities, too, and frankly, those of us who fulfill them are bloody sick of doing YOUR work along with our own.
Of course, the Blogosphere is populated by people who DO work, and who DO raise their children properly and wisely, and who DO despise adults who don’t do what adults are supposed to do, so the segment of the population I so publicly despise won’t even read any of this and therefore won’t be heartbroken and devastated that the universe looks upon them with such scorn.
Good thing WE’RE all perfect, huh.