Writing in role: After meeting

Education

I'll have to be honest with you, I feel completely out of my depth here. I mean, for starters... no one seemed to listen to me in that meeting. We think we have a problem with the children, but really, the adults here a to blame too. They were rude, talked over each other, not to mention one idiot arriving late. I'm sorry, but I did not go to university to do my degree in English plus another two, hard years of teacher training to be pushed around and work with these buffoons.

They just don't seem to care! And they're hardly welcoming...You know, on my first day here one of the staff members thought I was a new year 12 sixth former! The cheek, I'll have you know that I am actually 24 years old. I actually have the need to shave, I can actually drive and have an alcoholic beverage. Just because I'm short and choose not to grow the beard does not mean I'm a child. I cannot help looking so youthful! I came out of uni with a firsts for Christ's sake, not to mention the fact that I was ambassador for my uni, which just so happened to be UCL, who are only one below Cambridge and Oxford. Sure, I applied for them but I guess I just wasn't good enough for them. Apparently in the interview for Cambridge they said I was too jittery and nervous. Haha, funny that. Me? jittery and nervous. It's not as if I actually enjoy perspiring twice the amount of a normal person, or begin to laugh uncontrollably when placed in a new situation, another reason why Cambridge didn't like me, they told me I laughed even when they didn't say anything remotely funny.

But, that aside, seriously, I'm beginning to wonder what on God's green Earth am I doing in a condemned hell hole of a school like this. The children are vile, not like the children I grew up with. I thought I'd be teaching nice, pleasant, hard working pupils. But I'm faced with the same little, vulgar maggot children every Tuesday afternoon. They throw books, call me names, snap my own pens. Which are not just any pens I'll have you know, but Parker. I'd only trust WHSmiths to provide my pens but those horrid devil children seem intent on snapping the ends and smashing the cartridges all over the windows. Then, I get in the neck for not controlling them properly! Seriously, I get so worked up sometimes that I need to pop to the canteen to make myself a dandelion and elderflower tea. Seems to be the only thing that can stop my crying. Haha...hah...hahaha. Ohhhhh.