I'm not joking, man. Being a language teacher is a tough job. You teach early in the morning, you teach late at night. You go wherever they send you, whether you know the place or not, whether it's in the neighborhood or not.
You carry lots of books.
You provide CD player, laptop, and Internet connection.
You know every word that annoying eager-beavers might want to know.
In your "free" time you write lesson plans. You browse the Internet. You print a lot.
Your printer runs out of ink. It throws the paper out with such energy that it falls under the cupboard, and slips in through the 1 mm high gap.
You run out of paper.
You run out of patience.
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