Bad Teacher Chapter One The Plan
I muttered to myself a bit and rolled my eyes, but made sure to do so without being seen; I didn’t want to get drawn into an argument that the bitch would win by trumping in with some attack on my “obvious chauvinism” or, her favorite, veiled threats referencing the fact that grading in a politics class is based mostly on essays, and essay-grading is completely subjective. Besides, I knew that come Monday, grading papers would be the least of her worries. I nodded to my accomplices as the...