3rd grade teacher, first day of school. Was writing my name on my desk card. Next thing I know, I had yard stick slam down on my wrist. Got hit so hard that my wrist was swollen for days after
You know that feeling when you’re shocked and appalled, but not the least bit surprised? The one all good people have experienced with alarming frequency for the last decade or so?
I’ve been lamenting that there’s no name for it, but you know what? Let’s just call it Mississippi, since the consistently worst state in the Union (and for a while the worst state in the Confederacy, probably) is pretty much synonymous with that feeling.
Christ.
3rd grade teacher, first day of school. Was writing my name on my desk card. Next thing I know, I had yard stick slam down on my wrist. Got hit so hard that my wrist was swollen for days after
The fuck. Where?
Mississippi
You know that feeling when you’re shocked and appalled, but not the least bit surprised? The one all good people have experienced with alarming frequency for the last decade or so?
I’ve been lamenting that there’s no name for it, but you know what? Let’s just call it Mississippi, since the consistently worst state in the Union (and for a while the worst state in the Confederacy, probably) is pretty much synonymous with that feeling.
Ahhh good old bottom of the charts for most state rankings.
Sorry you had to go through that. I’m a lefty and would have probably ended up in detention if they had tried that with me by 3rd grade.
Their wrist, they already said.
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