On Friday I told my class that I'm leaving at the end of term. We have mixed year groups, so the younger ones had expected to stay with me. They cried :-( Cue the worst, trickiest, self-centered, nightmare parents all queuing up to email or stop-me-in-the-street to whine about how much they'll miss me!
Well **ck you!
You're the ones who wrote 3 page emails to the Head on a Friday night.
You're the ones who complained about precious Jemima having to sit next to "That Black Boy From Whereever".
You're the ones who don't read with your child.
You're the ones who let me give your child breakfast.
You're the ones who either flatly deny that your child has extra learning needs, or insist they have learning needs when they simply don't they're just lazy.
You're the ones who kept me awake til 2am.
You're the ones who wake me up at 4am.
You're the ones who made me vomit every morning.
You're the ones who put me on medication for my blood pressure.
You, and the ridiculous admin, stats, data, etc ...
I join the statistics. S*d the lot of you nasty parents who made my life hell because I just wasn't good enough for your precious darling.
I really needed to say all that somewhere, because I sure as hll can't say it to their faces, even though I wish I could.* Thank you for letting me vent. 
