The pitiful effort put forth by the administration and parents has me wishing that we just stopped recognizing the week entirely.
No, I don’t want the random collection of stale Tootsie Rolls from 2006 and pennies you found between your couch cushions packaged into a goody bag, thank you very much.
No, I don’t want your shoutouts of gratitude for all that we do when you spend the rest of the year making our lives as difficult as possible.
No, I don’t your 3 dollar gift card to a restaurant I’ve never heard of that wouldn’t even be enough to get me a water.
I would indulge in the baked goods or free lunch that you provided, but the non-teaching staff has already eaten it all while I was in class.
Just a few more weeks. Just a few more weeks.