Hidden text: Behind every great teacher is another great teacher hyping her up. Being a teacher is like riding a bike, Except the bike is on fire, you’re on fire, everything is on fire, and you’re in hell., Don't make me use my teacher voice. Sunday night: another night of lying in bed wondering what fresh hell awaits me in the morning, Why do i teach? for the money & fame, obviously., We teach therefore we drink. Grade now, cry later.