Graduation = unemployment. I have less than two months left to freeload in my college dorm.
Diploma in my left hand, teaching certificate in my right.
Private schools and tutoring centers, don't miss out as you pass by!
Not afraid of troublesome kids, not intimidated by troublesome parents. No 998, meals and accommodation included, and you can take me home!
Who knew I'd step straight onto a pirate ship, and watch my worldview drift away on the wind?
I deal with truants and other troublesome kids from time to time, and even have to babysit the little ones on weekends when I cover someone's shift.
Hey, you there, I'm talking to you! You went out to buy fried chicken, so put that sword down!
This story is fictional, fictional, fictional. Thank you!
