Life is the one else a teacher, her classes are not to be missed.
Ever since I was a kid, teachers would call me stupid and trash. It makes you believe that you are. I wonder why teachers are like that. I know I am stupid and quick to fight. I may not be suited to be a teacher. But if I became a teacher, I'd never do that. I would never call my students trash. Was that too corny?
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 wanted a father and I wanted a soldier.
— Then I guess we were both disappointed.
Books are friends; books are teachers.
Libri amici, libri magistri.
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.
Luke, we are what they grow beyond. That is the true burden of all masters.
– 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.
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.
— You're a teacher?
— Part-time.
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