It’s the last Friday before summer. My workload is even sparser than usual, to the point where I’m groaning when I get a day with no surprise class cancels, tests, or “movie days”.
First period rolls around. We didn’t plan shit, so the 5th graders get a full dose of the shitty curriculum textbook and CD. It’s easy but repetitive, I get through the full 40 minutes riding on improvised questions., I’m at the last few chapters of A Storm of Swords, not that I don’t care about you kids but for fucks sake I just want to get back to my book.
Class 5-2, same shit, new kids. We do better this time, I execute smoother, and my arsenal of questions and repeatable phrases has grown. The bell rings, fuck yes, another one down. My brain initiates shutdown-
“Class, Attention! Prepare to bow.”
But something’s amiss. It catches my eye before it happens. I must have developed some quantum sense, linked with my psycho CT. I know with a small degree of confidence what she’s about to do when she walks towards her handbag, but if you asked me I wouldn’t be able to say. She takes out twenty little packets and walks back to the desk.
Like a nicotine jolt, my brain is aroused, different thoughts are screaming back and forth.
I know what those are.
She’s going to get fired.
I’m smiling before I know I’m smiling.
“Attention! At Ease! Attention! Bow!”
Most classes, I’m out the door faster than virgin ejaculate, but not today. I slip into the background and observe.
She’s gotten smarter about it. Half the class clears out, and I begin to lose hope. But then she makes her move. I can’t understand her words, but a dozen kids walk over to the front of her desk, where she distributes the packets. Some take them, some refuse. Most take them, leave and return them a few seconds later.
I know what those are, I know what those fucking are. But I don’t, so I observe. I observe the kids faces, the Hangul on the little brochures, the stupid smile on her ugly, aged face. And that’s when I recognize that poorly drawn caricature. A towering figure in a white robe with a beard, a red sash, and outstretched arms. It’s Korean Jesus.
She finishes distributing her propaganda before lunch.
My reaction to this would be different save for two things:
- She has two strikes already. She once preached the Bible to 4th graders for a good twenty minutes. Some parents called the office of education and flipped out, so she received a disciplinary hearing. I asked my other CT about it after the Mohammad in Hell incident, and she told me a month after I started work here, she got caught doing the same thing and got chewed it hard.
- She's a cunt.
Now I’ve got a choice to make. Should I take action, or will this take care of itself?