Grumpy Bear wasn’t grumpy; he was Realistic Perspective on Life Bear.
So this morning I decided to quit being a teacher. I was fairly adamant about it; I did NOT want to teach. No sir. I wanted to go down to Smith’s Marketplace and be a sacker. Well, they’re called baggers here. But that was my new career path. Then I got over it by the time I had to teach. Or, rather, by 12:30 I realized that my emotions don’t have to factor into much of what I do when I teach. It’s not that I don’t enjoy teaching (if you’re reading this and thinking I’m an evil, evil person for not always finding joy in imparting knowledge unto others), it’s just that it wears at you after awhile. Eventually, even I run out of witty banter to appease the masses. Even sitcoms are only thirty minutes or less, people. Some day I might be expected to keep it up for three hours straight. That’s a long time.
Luckily, there’s a web job in the works…more on that later when I know more. Suffice to say, teaching only one class a semester instead of two would probably make Amanda a happier woman. And no one really likes unhappy Amanda. No one…