I gave midterms today.

It was 15 questions long.

The kids had an hour and half to answer those 15 measly questions.

Over half of them didn't finish.

*insert evil maniacal teacher laughing here*

As they were leaving, one kid turns to me, rubbing his tired hands and pocketing the remaining nub of his pencil.

Kid: Mrs. Revis, you hate us, don't you.

Me: I don't hate you, I just want to make sure you're learning.

Other Kid: If she doesn't hate us, she must just love our misery.