I've quit my teaching course because I a) didn't enjoy it and b) found it difficult not to slap really fucking annoying kids in the head. I thought that college kids would be better behaved but, alas, I was wrong. It was some little shit in my tutorial group, whose name I never bothered to learn, that said "Those who can do, those who can't teach". It took all my might not to grab the little fucker's headphone wires and garotte him on the spot for that one. I retorted back that I was educated, worldly and am a music writer in my spare time and he was just a lowly educated little prick sailing towards failure at the speed of light, but he came back, as all smart arsed teenagers do and said "But what did you want to be before you gave up on trying?". I walked away seething but knew the cheeky, twatty little bastard was right. I hate kids.
I'm soon to be heading back to the position of General in the Graduate Temp Army (GTA) and hope that my next mission will be a easy as the last until someone from some media institution looks at my CV and goes "By Christ, we have got a winner here" and employs me to do a job which involves sitting at home, in my pants, on the computer. A girl has got to dream.
