Hobo Teacher on the last day of school:
Don’t ask me how it went. The only thing I can remember was a bunch of shouting and shoving, then I blacked out. I woke up later in the day in the school’s dumpster with a skull-splitting headache and a copy of my sign-out sheet with all the signatures on it. That was good enough for me.
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