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Chapter 86- Paperwork.
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Oh my god, this is the worst part of my day. The pain is excruciating. My muscles are cramping, and my fingers are hurting, but I have to continue on. The mental tax on me is the worst; I can literally feel my brain cramping up. This has been going on forever, and for as long as I can remember, it has been this way. And yet, I must continue. This is not my gift, this is my curse, I'm a fucking teacher.
"You little fucking retard, how hard is it to fucking take something and change it a little to easily pass." If there is one thing I like about being in the past, it is that I can use words like retard again without it actually offending anybody. I'm not even using the word as a slur against people who are actually mentally deficient, just against people who aren't and should really be performing better. And how great it is that there aren't self-important people around to go around policing every little thing. America is so fucked, no don't stop the guns all around the place; we have to police every single little word instead.
But really, the little shits I teach do deserve to be called little retards. How hard is it to read from a book, a sentence maybe, and then rewrite that part in your own words, even something as minor as changing an and to an as well as, but no, they copy it completely the same? Makes my life fucking harder as I have to sit here and grade all of this shit, and I can't even slack off either because there is a chance it will all bite me in the ass later down the line.
And by that, I mean there is random sampling done each year by the Department of Education at the Ministry just to make sure that the education isn't slipping; even then, I am sure it is overall lacking. Still, that means that I have to give a good education and assignments, and even if they do shit at them, I have to mark them properly and do my due diligence. This means I have to spend ages fact-checking that shit with the proper books, marking it, then duplicating that shit and giving the copy back to the student while filing the rest in a filing cabinet.
If the Department of Education finds some mistakes in some of the samples, they will delve deeper into more and depending on what they find, they could revise what you are supposed to teach or just fire the teacher. Of course, I don't really have an issue with that as I am only here for the year anyway, except I have the problem of being famous. My faulty teaching would definitely be reported, and I might even face some fines by the Ministry, but the hit to my reputation would be the worst.
I can already see the title on the front of the Daily Prophet. Gilderoy Lockhart sabotages the future of Britain. Is he truly the hero we thought he was? It would bring my whole identity into question and affect my business, and it might just be a bunch of dominos that begins to fall, people speaking up and saying, 'I say Gilderoy here when he was supposed to be battling a Werewolf in Bulgaria'. I'll have a fucking me too movement start against me or something.
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The Will of Gil (Harry Potter)
FanfictionA 16-year-old boy wakes up in the bed of Gilderoy Lockhart, in the body of the man himself and receives quite the warm welcome. Watch as he carves a path through the Wizarding World and learns esoteric magic, uncovers ancient secrets and solves magi...