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Thursday, January 10, 2008


I Tried to Hide Myself Under the Desk

Little story from the AP.

OGDEN, Utah (AP) -- Intimidated by snowy, slippery roads, a teacher cracked open a can of chili and slept in her classroom. Emma Clisante had a sleeping bag, pillow, toothbrush and fresh clothes Tuesday night at Ogden Preparatory Academy.

''I'm from the Dominican Republic, and when I see snow on the roads, it scares me to death,'' Clisante said.

She read, surfed the Internet and caught up on other tasks. She turned off the lights when custodians left at 12:30 a.m. Wednesday.

''Every hour, I would wake up,'' Clisante said. ''I locked the door from the inside and tried to hide myself under my desk.''

Principal Kathy Thornburg was impressed.

''It warms my heart and shows the quality of educators we have at the school,'' Thornburg said.

Now, did you read that last sentence? The quote from the principal? The principal, you see, is impressed and heart-warmed. By a teacher who is so fucking freaked out by snow that she refuses to leave work. This is definitely the kind of example you want to set for children. "That's right, class. Two plus two equals... Aiigh! Run! A snowflake! Quick, hide under your desks!" I'm sorry, but anyone who even contemplates staying in their classroom after a day spent teaching is clinically insane.

Not to mention the bitch is a fucking squatter! Isn't that against the law? Go back to your motherland if you can't handle the weather!
Yeah, not so much.
When we get so much as a flake I'm like a blur running to my car to get the hell home, usually leaving a class full of confused students in my wake.
I think I'd rather make out with the janitors than sleep under my freaking desk.
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