Another day, another pop quiz. It never ceases to amaze me how my students manage to consistently disappoint me with their lack of knowledge and understanding. But what else can I expect from a bunch of incompetent children?

I swear, dealing with these imbeciles on a daily basis is enough to drive anyone mad. From Gumball Watterson's constant antics to Darwin Watterson's naive innocence, each one of them manages to get under my skin in their own unique way.

And don't even get me started on that William character. The eye with wings who can't speak but somehow manages to be more annoying than the rest of them combined. I have no idea why I tolerate his presence in my classroom, but he does serve as a useful little snitch when needed.

But despite all the frustrations and headaches that come with being a teacher, there are moments where I find some semblance of satisfaction in molding young minds (or at least attempting to). Seeing the fear in their eyes when they realize there's yet another surprise pop quiz coming their way brings me an odd sense of joy.

It may not be the most glamorous job in the world, but someone has to do it. And if that someone happens to be me – well, so be it. At least until retirement finally comes knocking on my door.

Until then, I'll continue doling out quizzes and spreading misery wherever I go because let's face it – that seems to be what Miss Simian does best.

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