Teachers are human, too. They have times when they get mad and blow their tops!
Luke, we are what they grow beyond. That is the true burden of all masters.
Explanation:
Charlie hits on the teacher.
The problem isn't the kids. It's not even what they can achieve. The problem is what you expect them to achieve. You are setting the bar here. Why? Set it up here! They can make it.
Let me give you all a piece of advice. Steer very clear of anyone who has even the faintest, slightest whip of intentional conception.
— You're a teacher?
— Part-time.
– Is it father?
– Teacher struck me. He put the limes out into the snow… May Chester said my limes were for the homeless. So I said she wouldn't get any from me. So she told Mr. Davis they were in my desk, and he struck me.
– I'll beat the tar out of him!
– Jo, we must not embrace violence... I will write him a letter.
– That'll show him.
Well, when we grew up and went to school,
There were certain teachers,
Who would hurt the children in any way they could,
By pouring their derision,
Upon anything we did,
Exposing every weakness,
However carefully hidden by the kids.
But in (but in) the town it was well known,
When they got home at night,
Their fat and psychopathic wives would thrash them,
Within inches of their lives.
Books are friends; books are teachers.
Libri amici, libri magistri.
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