I gave midterms today.
It was 15 questions long.
The kids had an hour and half to answer those 15 measly questions.
Over half of them didn't finish.
*insert evil maniacal teacher laughing here*
As they were leaving, one kid turns to me, rubbing his tired hands and pocketing the remaining nub of his pencil.
Kid: Mrs. Revis, you hate us, don't you.
Me: I don't hate you, I just want to make sure you're learning.
Other Kid: If she doesn't hate us, she must just love our misery.