Certainly Dante should have included sitting through study hall one of the sub-levels of hell.
Forcing myself to walk downstairs and into the vacuous, rank cafeteria right after lunch every day is cruel and unusual punishment. I have three degrees, for god's sake; why am I forced to sit in a rancid cavern, which is still wet with cafeteria-towel slop and littered with assorted food items, just to babysit 25 people? Realistically, I get paid just as much to teach AP English for 50 minutes as I do to sit in a hard plastic chair for 50 minutes, graciously permitting teenagers to use the restroom every so often.
My ass falls asleep, my legs twitch, my shoulders hunch, and my head starts to ache every day.
So, yeah. Another 50 minutes of my life that I'll never get back. Making a difference every day :)
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