Pussy parents and their INSANE need to stay in touch with their PRECIOUS FUCKING CHILDREN
NYC schools are embroiled in some eye-rolling "controversy" over cellphones. Allow Gary to set all you fuckers straight. I'll acknowledge technology and simple logistics by saying OF COURSE they should be allowed in the building. You supposed to hide it in a fucking bush for 6 hours? Some 8-year-olds were apparently brokering deals with bodega owners to store their cellphones during school...can you imagine? However, they should NOT be allowed to be in use during class. Period. End of story. No texting, nothing! It's distracting AND a means of cheating. Keep them ON you, sure...you know, "just in case" some WILD, NUTTY event (terrorist attack/school shooting/allergic reaction) happens...just don't USE them UNLESS said Just In Case Situation arises.
I've often been asked if I'd ever considered teaching for a living...some form of "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" is always my answer. I have precious little patience to begin with, but now the added problem of cellphones?! If I was lecturing and a cellphone went off...just ONE, let along an endless choir of them...I'd rip it out of the fucker's hands and hurl it through the nearest glass window. If the room was windowless, I guess I'd just have to repeatedly stomp my feet on it. I don't envision either scenario allowing me to come back to work the next day.
So WHAT is the controversy? WHO could possibly argue over anything I just wrote? WHY is there debate over ANYthing? My stance is beyond reasonable. Some PUSSY PARENTS are afraid Lil' Johnny might need to call Mommy in a pinch and are OUTRAGED, ranting and raving on the news. Listen, bitch, shut the fuck up, tend to some more files in your little work cube, and quite worrying about your motherfucking spawn. You'll see him later in the day...just like my mommy saw me...way back in the 1800s when we left at 7:30am and didn't return till 3ish without a single "I'M STILL ALIVE!!" breathless check-up phonecall. Children today are SO fucking coddled...UGH.
I've often been asked if I'd ever considered teaching for a living...some form of "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" is always my answer. I have precious little patience to begin with, but now the added problem of cellphones?! If I was lecturing and a cellphone went off...just ONE, let along an endless choir of them...I'd rip it out of the fucker's hands and hurl it through the nearest glass window. If the room was windowless, I guess I'd just have to repeatedly stomp my feet on it. I don't envision either scenario allowing me to come back to work the next day.
So WHAT is the controversy? WHO could possibly argue over anything I just wrote? WHY is there debate over ANYthing? My stance is beyond reasonable. Some PUSSY PARENTS are afraid Lil' Johnny might need to call Mommy in a pinch and are OUTRAGED, ranting and raving on the news. Listen, bitch, shut the fuck up, tend to some more files in your little work cube, and quite worrying about your motherfucking spawn. You'll see him later in the day...just like my mommy saw me...way back in the 1800s when we left at 7:30am and didn't return till 3ish without a single "I'M STILL ALIVE!!" breathless check-up phonecall. Children today are SO fucking coddled...UGH.
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