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19 September 2006 08:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
in_steadMy nasty, filthy children have given me the bubonic plague. I was thoroughly immune to the Canadian bubonic plague by the end of my practice teaching last year, but this is the British bubonic plague, against which I have no defences. Of course, I do not feel as though I can call in sick. I, after all, am the person who is in charge of covering for teachers who feel the way that I do currently but stay home instead of dragging themselves out of bed and into work.
I changed my mind. I don't want to be a teacher anymore. I would prefer to have the kind of job where I can call in sick.
The other Canadian teacher that was hired at the same time I was also has this horrible disease. She is, as near as I can tell, about two days ahead on it. I have much to look forward to. All I can say is that it is going to get a lot worse before it gets any better.
:P
I changed my mind. I don't want to be a teacher anymore. I would prefer to have the kind of job where I can call in sick.
The other Canadian teacher that was hired at the same time I was also has this horrible disease. She is, as near as I can tell, about two days ahead on it. I have much to look forward to. All I can say is that it is going to get a lot worse before it gets any better.
:P
