Dear Angry Teachermen,

Get over yourselves. You can't stage a revolt. You're not an oppressed people. What you are is a bunch of middle-aged, middle-class, overly privileged white guys with a sense of entitlement dwarfed only by your egos. What you are is immature. What you're doing is not a revolt. It won't bring about change. It won't improve conditions for your "people". It's a tantrum. You're toddlers. I've half a mind to bring you blankies and binkies next time we meet. If you don't want to do the job, get the fuck out and make room for someone who does. Let the young and still-hopeful take your place. Your crust is starting to ooze, and the kids can tell. They don't respond to you because you don't know them, and you don't care. Why should they? It's apparent you've decided what they're capable of (nothing), what their value is (nothing still). What reason do you give them to try? At the end of the day, you're there for the pay check, and they're there for a safe place to be. So much wasted time. So many lost opportunities. I'm a grown ass woman, and I find it difficult to refrain from punching you in the throat when we're together. I can't imagine how the kids manage to. Your arrogance and ineptitude let off a stink that wafts for miles. It pollutes the air and clouds your judgement. And I,for one, am tired of it. The kids deserve better. The school deserves better. Everyone deserves better than your toxic contributions can give them. So go. For the love of Pete, go. Stage your tantrum on the front lawns and walk off. No one will be sad to see you leave, least of all "those damn kids."

Sincerely,

That bitch who still gives a shit.