In my day we had 50 in a classroom [Independent.ie]
- Published: 30 April 2011
Whingeing teachers -- God aren't you sick of them?
For the love of Mary Byrne, that shower of duster-wielding dipsticks have got more exposure this week than Lady Gaga's backside.
You can't turn on Radio Eireann without hearing some blackboard-bashing bearded bint complaining at a conference.
I haven't heard such overdone moans since the nephew turned on the Playboy channel in 2007.
Some of those buffoons couldn't teach a boozy balooba from Ballybunion to burp.
Most of their students couldn't pass wind after a banquet of baked beans -- let alone a blinkin' exam.
I wouldn't send most of those teachers down to Centra to buy a bag of spicy wedges.
I tell you one thing, if I got umpteen weeks of holidays for working half days -- and special days off for talking to other teachers or blowing my nose -- I'd go off to France with my wad of cash and shut up about it.
Instead they go off to some conference at Easter for yet another holiday -- and rattle on like they were the men at the bottom of the Black Hole of Calcutta.
And of course, if half a snowflake is seen in Iceland in winter they take another week off -- for health and safety, of course.
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