By S. T. Broeckx
“Maybe I will drop my pants and run around naked in front of my class to get fired!” Tim Peel says to himself as he walks to work; the inch-long body hair of his chest and stomach are visible through his wet dress shirt.
“You hot and sweat!” says Mr. Kwon.
Kwon looks through the window of Tim’s classroom, where he’s standing at the lectern, clutching it while he lectures to one student as if the class were full.
After work, Tim sits alone drinking at a table; he shouts, “You love it here!” and chuckles despite the lack of response.
Talk about your frustrated teachers–this is taking it to the nth degree! It’s fairly obvious that Tim Peel is forced to live in a world all his own–alone.
Teacher life. Not for the squeamish.