***Friends who are teachers, friends who will be teachers soon,
Would you want to come back to teach at your old school?
The teachers whom you've pissed off, made fun of and drove them to tears; and make exaggerated impersonations of every time during an 'old school friends' gathering, would be your colleagues now.
You're lucky if they have completely forgotten how notorious you were. Or if they have retired or died.
The teachers who had yelled and scolded you like you're in boot camp, pinched your nipples (for the guys), made you run five rounds at the school field and stand on your table for not bringing your homework, would be working side by side with you now.
You're lucky if grandchildren have made them nicer souls or completely forgotten what a pain in the ass you were. Or if they have retired or died.
The teachers whom you have loved and respected, had crushes on and always been the first to send gifts during Teacher's Day, or the ones you had deliberately tried to suck up for a higher grade, would be bitching about other teachers with you now.
You're unlucky though if they have completely forgotten what a little suck up teacher's pet you were. Or if they have retired or died.
I don't think I can go through that ordeal.
I'd rather be sent to an island where my classroom is only 10 by 10 feet in measure and full of sand.
It's just too horrific.