SUBWAY DOUCHERY : Gradin’ Papers & Breakin’ Hearts
I always thought when teachers graded papers, they did so in the wee hours of the mornings. After they downed a half gallon of Merlot, they put on Dual of the Fates and began to maniacally laugh as they destroy some poor child’s heart with a relentless barrage of red slashes on their exam.
But here she is on the mid morning L train, slipping in a few corrections on this poor son of a bitch’s test, who obviously was not the sharpest kid in the class. I thought at the very least she would sadistically pass it around the train for all to see what the dum-dum hoped would be correct answers. But no, she was nonchalant as if she were working on a crossword puzzle.
***I was an extremely poor student throughout grade school, high school, and college. I thought teachers enjoyed my failures but apparently not…except for Mrs. McDowell in the 5th grade, she was the Josef Mengele of Our Lady Peace School.***
