You know what I hate?

Teachers who care too much.

I mean, seriously. Get over it. I get that you are paid to teach us and all, but it's about time you realised that no one cares.

I don't have a problem with the ones that tell us what's going on and half-wish some of us were listening, it's those teachers that sit you down and don't give half a rat's arse about anything other than making sure everybody in the room is giving them their undivided attention, especially the ones that think they have some control over the room but don't.

Take, for example, the substitute teacher we had for computers recently. He was attempting to extend a little authority over the room, and had the following conversation with me (now, this is paraphrasing, because it was a long time ago and I wasn't paying much attention):

Teacher:

Nick, sit down.

(I suppose I should set the scene a little. This was in a computer room, and I had wheeled myself [as I was on a wheelie chair] over to some other people's computers. The aforementioned teacher was determined to put a stop to this)

Me:

I am, sir.

Teacher:

[fuck me.] In front of your computer.

(I should point out, anything in [square brackets] was only thought, not actually said)

Me:

[fuck me.] Okay, sir.

(I wheeled myself back over to my computer)

Teacher:

Now, Nick, I don't want you leaving this spot again, okay?

Me:

I was only trying to help Anna, sir.

Teacher:

[like fuck you were.] If she needs help with anything, she can ask me.

(I didn't realise everyone swears so much in their mind until right now, either)

Me:

But you're not the IST teacher, sir. She asked me because she knows I know the way to do it, sir.

(I didn't have to call him 'sir', I was hoping it'd annoy him more)

Teacher:

No. Nick. This here (He gestured to the computer I was working on) is your space. I want to stay in your space, and use your computer. Okay?

Me:

[fuck off.] It's not really my computer, sir. It's the school's. Technically, this space is theirs, too.

(the teacher gave up on me at this point. I spent the rest of the lesson playing games, because I'm such a vindictive rebel)

I'll end this here, because I've forgotten the point of the story.

In memory of the wondrous art of pre-emptive gluing,
Nick.