Teaching has certain perks. For one thing, kids give things to their teachers. Some of these things might include a wheezy hacking cough or a soggy homework assignment (seriously), but my cooperating teacher also got a giant plate of homemade chocolate chip cookies today.
I've also discovered that I will never again need to buy pens or pencils, because students leave them everywhere. After each class, I go around and pick up the writing utensils left lying around the room. I've got enough pens to copy the tax code, even after throwing away the ones that have been chewed on.
I also get a lot of free shirts. I got t-shirts from marching band and summer band. The schools gave away staff polo shirts and shirts to promote Character Counts, and even Finale sent the music staff a shirt after we installed their software. I've added 8 free shirts to my wardrobe in the past month alone.
But the best perk to teaching? Being able to fart and let kids take the blame. Lunch didn't sit well for me today (the teacher cafeteria is no better than the student one), and I just had to rip ass in class. Sure enough, all the middle school kids blamed each other. It was awesome.
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As classic as farting in band.
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