Marking Daze

Guest Post by RiNS

Yesterday there was a QOTD about Teachers and late in game HardScrabble offers his solution. And what would that be..

Shoot them in the head…

Geeze might the Gentle Farmer be a tad out of character on that one.

At first I thought this was all crazy talk and a bit surprising comin’ from the Farmer. But on reflection and realizing that he did jump out of perfectly good airplanes for a livin’ it might not be so offside.

Then I thought of how he might he write some prose on the teaching profession.

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Let us all picture the scene he would paint. A bit of Little House on the Prairie with a dash of Waltons that HSF is are known to do so well. It would still be a wee bit harsh by his usual standards but as always poignant all the same.

Scrabble sans paw as result of a tragic maple syrup accident a few years back.

So I gave it some further thought. Using the Farmer as inspiration I figured what the hell I might as well take some liberties with somethin’ he wrote. Imitation being the best form of flattery I would hope it might go something like this…

Option 1

The drip drip

In the days after I put down Midnight,

(that’s another story.. picture Walking dead meets the Kardashians)

…anyhoo I gave the useless herd of some space, checking on them from a distance as they grazed at another end of the year gorge of their ill gotten gains. Soon though I tired of the spectacle and a sent a couple of the most useless mouth-breathers to a School Board over on other side of ragged mountain from the dales where my kin, kindred and kind happily and blissfully reside. This was in part inspired by the fact that it is 2017. In the here and now of these days everything is out of sight and out of mind. All one need do to fix a problem is put them aside and let Gawd figure it out.

But will he?

Looking at the shitty track record so far the prospects don’t seem good as those loafer Teachers always seem to land on their feet. Still being a nice guy deep down I thought why spare worry when those fat fucks always get a reprieve.

Much has been written about the dynamics of the Teaching herd before so there is no need to go into excruciating detail again. Theirs is a matriarchal system where one Cow often dominates the others. Known as the Principal moar often than not her immediate Cortège is populated by the most useless then followed by the herd mates from her generation. She leads them to pastures when let out of confinement and of course chooses the direction during the day. Always leading them back when not busy, which is of course all the time, to the Teachers lounge to ruminate. This pattern repeats before, during and at end of each day. Of course interrupted by convenient Friday snowstorms and mental health days.

Number of snow day school closures mounting in Nova Scotia

None of it is done with force, reason being that the overgrazed are too lazy to get a real job. Why should they anyways when the Union motto is….

If it don’t work it ain’t broken.

Meanwhile the rest of the herd follow along with her cues. Occasionally when something especially threatening rears its ugly head to cut off of the water to their trough they have been known to shamelessly send kids to the streets to fight their so deemed righteous protest. Leading to only further proof that they are incapable of any shame.

They have a congenital tendency to piss and moan which is, of course, something innate and natural. They are Ruminants after all who would rather chew cud than think deeply. So as long as the food is brought to them with regularity they will saunter happily feeding in the sprouts of seeds planted by others.

Why worry anyways about teaching when instead they can brag to friends about how many days, weeks, months and years they have left to their bloated retirements. And as long as everyone, Keeps on Keeping on, the whinge stays a drone with Skool Boards dutifully bringing them their treats with regularity every once in a while.

http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/nova-scotia/1-6b-hole-in-n-s-teachers-pension-plan-1.1286895

The gift that keeps giving.

Teachers are great at never being able to quit sucking on the government teat. Lest not the spigots of money gets turned off and everyone gets their fill, the loyal lieutenants on either flank will wait in line with the rest of the them, shitting on everything in sight and eating until they fall over. All the while pleading with the public for one moar dime.

Because isn’t it all just about the kids.

Or

Option 2

Short and Sweet.

Maybe option 2 might just be a tad extreme. Though at the end of the day every farmer needs to cull the herd. It might then end up after all being humane but that would be a question for another day.

Yours in Odin,

RiNS