I sat on the couch watching the news and looking over the essays that my students had written on the reading we’d done in class. I found myself zooning out reading crappy paper after crappy paper. It was totally obvious that several students hadn’t even bothered to read the book and still turned in their paper anyway. Like I wouldn’t know they hadn’t read the damn thing.
“Ugh. Why do I bother even assigning work?” I said out loud as I tossed another red streaked essay into the done pile.
“What’s your problem?”
I looked up as my roommate Tony came into the room. He was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. “I thought I was teaching high school. But I guess I was wrong. Kindergarteners write better than these kids do…"
WARNING: STEAMY CONTENT. READING DEVICE MAY MELT. READ WITH CAUTION. ALL CHARCTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18
