Remember when you were in secondary school? There was always at least one teacher that everyone couldn't wait to take the piss out of. Usually it started with the 6th years. As soon as word got around that one class had discovered his/her weaknesses, they were all at it. The poor idiot was, from then on, finished as a respected educator. All that was left was for the poor fool to either continue in their post facing the grim relisation that it would be like this for the rest of their working life or they threw in the towel and sought another position in a school far, far, away.
Well, in the Dail this week it became very, very obvious: John O'Donohue is that sad-bastard teacher.
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