Dear Teachers, Give Us Our Lunch, Not Your Life Story

A tragic tale students know too well.

  

This title is probably the most universally familiar topic among students. Doesn't matter if you’re a topper, or an average student. Every person has gone through this tragedy, where they have to give up five prestigious minutes of lunch break. Usually, it's the teacher explaining homework from 2070, or just summing up the lesson—which honestly seems legal, considering how often it happens. I mean, the teacher’s just trying to cover the stuff we are learning. But the only situation that gets on my nerves is when the teacher keeps us waiting, because she’s telling one of her old tales.


Like, I'm sorry you didn't get into Med School—life's tough, but girl, this isn't therapy. We just want to have a bite of food to put up with another 3 hours of blabbering teachers. It’s even worse when the teacher isn’t even telling us some educational, or motivational story, she’s rambling about her dog’s death. Like... sweetie, you want a tissue? What do you want us to do? Bring it back to life? Therefore, please let us go, so we don’t die of malnutrition, like your dog.


This one time, my history teacher started talking about how her father saved the day when a car was on fire. It was raining that day, so we couldn’t really go outside for lunch. The bell rang, but girlie kept chatting about the hero her father was. And, I was practically trapped, because my classmates were no longer paying attention, so if I showed that I wanted her to shut up, she would’ve probably been very hurt. I can’t describe the voices in my head begging her to stop, and let me go buy chips. She continued for an eternity, but luckily stopped before the lunch break ended. Thanks to her dad for making sure people didn’t burn alive, though.


Conclusively, a message to all hardworking teachers, give your students a break, your sister’s neighbor's nephew’s illness is their last concern. The anxiety we feel when the bell rings but you don't stop talking? Absolutely indescribable. So please, save the stories for the next class.


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  1. That was... Savage! I like it! ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ’—

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