Why did you even become a vice principal? We all know you hate kids anyway. When you try to make a joke, you end up insulting us and your smile is creepy. You don’t trust any of us and never give anyone another chance. No one likes you! No one ever will. You’re mean, fake, boring and a control freak. Please retire. —Bitch
This article appears in Jun 3-9, 2010.
The 5th graders are posting again..
Get used to it, kid. You could interchange vice principal with any other number of titles of people you will deal with throughout your life, and the result would still be the same.
Yeah shut up, ya little bastard!
Haha. To be fair, there are SOME administrative people that are just God awful. We had a particularly terrible principal in my two final years of high school, and I stand by that to this date. I was in the journalism class, and one of my classmates had written an article regarding a teacher who had been invited to a conference in Tokyo, Japan but was denied by the schoolboard. Our principal called her in to her office and berated her until she cried. It was kinda bitchy, but whatever. It’s true, though. You are going to encounter those douchecunts all your life. So, start dealing with it!
hmmmm, wonder who they might be talking about here. people don’t hate anyone, adults or kids. just your fucking snide little entitled attitude. if i was your principle, i would probly get disgusted with you and your little shithead buddies too. it’s 8 a.m., get the fuck to school you little mall rat.
It’s the Vice-Principal’s job to be a prick. He’s the enforcer, warden, zoo-keeper. Dealing with narcissistic little sociopaths 5 days a week, I’d be like Heathcliff too.
“The more the worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails.”
What AIS said. Pretty certain “hating kids” is part of the job description (with good reason — kids/teens are generally assholes when traveling in packs), Cupcake, so might as well get used to it.
zoo-keeper is right.
They should be allowed a whip and a chair…
If you can’t handle a surly vice-principal, wait until you end up with a pencil-necked boss who will extract your essence and spit it into the paper shredder. Be thankful you don’t have the vice p I had in high school – he thought nothing of grabbing some mouthy punk and throwing him up against the lockers – ahhhhh, the good ol’ days.
zZz, if you’re gonna have whips and chains, you have to have at least a dozen midgets with nipple piercings.
I’d say give them tasers and pepper spray; they’d still be outgunned in certain schools. Just wait till the little bastards begin paying attention in chemistry and metal shop – and start fabricating their own IEDs.
Speaking of midgets TT, lets take up a collection to buy Skid Rock a new one when he comes here. Then he could get his own reality show on TLC. When the fuck did that become The Littlepeople Channel? I remember when they used to have entire weeks devoted to the cheesiest UFO documentaries ever made. Good times.
The previous commentators are right: it may suck now, having to deal with a douche in authority, but it’s really good practice for what’s to come. Take this as an opportunity to figure out how work around them. Sneaky subversion is an art.
Damn ankle biters need to learn no adults like children…..well except for catholic priests lol
Why did he/she become vice-principal? For a bump in pay, that’s it. I heard of many teachers who apply for principal or v-p simply for more money. And when they retire, they can substitute at a much higher salary, actually their daily salary at retirement…
Not all teens are assholes
Perhaps not Bon, but the little wankers who tried to egg me from a car on Crichton @ 9:45 last night certainly are. Pay more attention in physics class lads. Trying to hit a moving object from a moving object with a field of fire the size of daddy’s car window is never as easy as the movies make it look.
why were you on that street? kidding. you don’t have to tell me
Just coming home from the D-mouth ferry terminal after a full, rich day supplying literature to the masses. Suffice to say, my situational awareness was at a low ebb and my neck was not swivelling.
I didn’t even get hit with shell fragments and the little spacktards were smart enough not to attempt a second run on an alerted target. They’d have had hell’s own time explaining to mummsy and pater why a jar of Major Grey’s Chutney was embedded in the back windshield of the family Nissan
Egged from a car? In 2010? How odd. It’s almost quaint.
I guess we aren’t the only ones having an 80’s retro weekend.