Being sick enough typically meant spending the day laying in bed, alternately shivering and burning, drifting in and out of sleep, occasionally puking, and that was still preferable to spending the day at school.
Being sick enough typically meant spending the day laying in bed, alternately shivering and burning, drifting in and out of sleep, occasionally puking, and that was still preferable to spending the day at school.
I liked learning. I hated school. Sometimes you had good teachers who actually wanted to teach you stuff, other times was just hell (frequently as a result of ruddy homework).
One of the worst things about the district I taught at was that the homework was mandatory for me to give out. The testing industrial complex required it, but they were pleased to make it seem like the teachers were the ones being the assholes.
Were you at least able to maliciously comply by giving piss-easy assignments that could be done in 5 minutes?
Even the homework was standardized, so unfortunately I could not do that.
I did give roughly half of the answers without saying I was giving half the answers at the end of many classes, for those paying attention.