Oh can assure you I am still dating her. I love her. How is that for bile? But I'm under no illusion she is the shiniest apple in the bushel. I think she is of average intelligence. But her teacher friends are some of the dumbest people I have ever met. Or maybe I'm the dumb one. They do get the entire summer off. And that does make me kind of bitter.
How romantic, does she know that she isn't the shiniest apple? How can you love someone that you describe so condescendingly?
Not to bolster his argument, but this is describes, like, 40% of the marriages I've ever seen. People are farts.
My girlfriend is interviewing for jobs closer to where I live. One of the questions on the application was "Name the three biggest reasons you wanted to become a teacher-" I had to help her answer the question with BS because she had trouble getting past this answer: 1. June 2. July 3. August
She is aware of her flaws. That is one of the things I like about her. She isn't perfect. I'm not perfect. You aren't perfect. What separates us from you is that we are smart enough to know that.
I was going to become a teacher until I substituted a few times and learned that June, July, and August wouldn't get close to making up for the other 9 months. Kids suck.
This is why you teach college kids. They're better behaved, tend to not smell much, and you get to have sex with them.
I'm substantially overweight, bald with back hair, work in an IT job that I hate after dropping out of an economics degree, and have Asperger's syndrome. There are without a hint of lie or exageration, more awesome and hot girls who want to fuck me, then I have time or energy to fuck. The advice is fucking solid regardless of the things you're bitching about.
This benefit has not escaped my consideration. I did okay when I was teaching logic and LSAT prep. Might do even better when I'm not younger than most of my students.
So you want to be Eric Stoltz in Rules of Attraction when you grow up? Edit for the 40-and-older group: So you want to be Donald Sutherland in Animal House when you grow up?
The chicks in creative writing classes are also much hotter than the logic/lsat prep crowd. Or at least that was the case at my school. The girls in my creative writing classes also had this really weird habit of writing really sexual stories/poems. But that was just more awkward than anything really.