It's 2016. You're at a frat house. Your converse stick to the beer soaked floors with every step. It smells like sweat and you're sipping on a vodka and flat sprite. There's a boy screaming about tomorrow's darty into your ear. Broccoli is playing in the background. Life is good.
Now is the time for teachers to eat...quit your job and charge $250 a week to home school 10 kids...do such a great job that we never send these kids back to school....your class of 25 students will be cut to 10 and your income goes from 30,000 to 130,000.....youre welcome!