I grew up the daughter of two teachers. My aunties are teachers. My uncles are teachers. And now my brothers are teachers.
And here is what I have learned.
Do not have a conversation with someone who is a teacher from mid November until the end of the school term unless you want to be yelled at for no reason because they are going to be grumpy as f*ck.
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Dad has been whinging about the pool for four days now (it’s unclear what the problem is), and mum is screaming at the oven every hour or so. This is typical late term four behaviour.
My brothers are speaking only in groans, and my aunties and uncles just keep repeating the word ‘tired’.
At this point of the school year, teachers are tired in their soul.
According to my extensive research, here are the thoughts every teacher in Australia is having right now:
“Goddamn. I hope they learned something off me this year…”
“That kid definitely didn’t. Jesus, it’s November and he’s still holding his books upside down.”
"I don't understand. I have said the same thing literally hundreds of times this year, and some of them are still running around in circles for no reason."