...that comes coupled with being the (co-)editor of a small-town high school newspaper.
I could endlessly and eternally ramble on and on about the newbies that come into my 4th period Journalism class with absolutely no command of the English language, or the fact that we're forced to cut, paste, and slap together every layout sheet instead of using handy-dandy Quark, but neither of these are the reason for today's diatribe. I would like to address the utter disgust I have with one of the new teachers at my severely sub-par school. A bit of a back story, I think, is in order:
Every year, it's customary (and by customary, I mean "required") that we do profiles/articles on all the new teachers in the building. It makes them feel special and welcome as well as getting our fresh-faced reporters used to the interviewing, writing, and revision processes. Most teachers that we interview are very gracious about this; they've even went the extra mile to hurry and make sure that our reporters are well-equipped to write the articles way before the deadline. Of course, it's only natural that there would eventually be an exception. That's where the lovely Mr. Heartless* comes into the picture.
Whew. I feel better. Thanks for listening. X3
Sorry for all the cursing!