Well, I am 26 soon to be 27, single and still living with my parents. I know, your so jealous. For some odd reason I decided to be a special ed teacher. It was either that or start trickin'. I figured why not make use of the $130,000 my parents dropped on a private new england liberal arts education. Plus I hate people seeing me naked, even my boyfriends. I grew up and still live in a small suburb outside NYC. My best friend in the world lives in Boston and we talk 4583774 times a day via email and go through over 1000 minutes a month on our cellies. I do not know how I got through undergrad without a blackberry. I think my GPA would have been much higher, had these little gems been affordable back in the early 00's. I think NYC is the greatest city in the world. If I didnt choose a life of poverty (aka a teacher), I would live their in a heartbeat. I am the only girl (besides my sister)in a large Italian family, we have more cousins than Obama has watermelon patches. I probably get drunk more than I should on the weekends, but hey in the words of Beyonce "if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it" and I aint got one so for now Ill drink my vodka and do the worm on any bar floor as long as I feel necessary.
So or the past 5 years my friends have been telling me how I need to do something with the crazy stories I have from work. They always seem to come out after a few martinis, however my friends cannot get enough of them. So this is why I created my blog, for my friends to waste their time at work reading how I had to clean up shit or make my student do jumping jacks in order for them not to touch their obvious erection. Also I am sharing these fabulous stories because when it comes down to it, being a teacher isn't what everybody thinks its cracked up to be. Yes we have frequent vacations, yes we get off for jewish holidays (Shalom!), yes we get summers off. But let me tell you, I bet you dont have to wipe a 230lb 12 year olds ass at your job or explain to your co-workers why they cant eat their own shit.
If you weren't so retarded (I can say it because you did) I wouldn't love you the way I do. Not in a creepy way, in a cool, "you're a special one, that's for sure....." kind of way.
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