Quelle surprise. Chicago's teachers are once more at crisis.
Classrooms may increase in size.
Layoffs loom.
Penguins may hike 60+ miles for sex.
Tornadoes may come this spring to the prairie and Great Plains.
Rivers may flood.
Fires may rage.
Plague, pestilence, famine, war, death... woe am I.
When the teachers' union and the administrations of the city's school districts learn to live on what the schools down in Forgottonia get, maybe they'll get some sympathy, here. But not this week.
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