Diary of a Wimpy Teacher

Diary of a Wimpy Teacher

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No one said teaching was going to b easy. But what else could an average girl with average qualifications do? She could barely tolerate kids but she needed money to survive. She was good at maintaining a straight face when hell was breaking loose. Above all that, she had a high capacity to take in shit, which made her survive long enough. But, what if life stretches you to something beyond the 'average'? And what if you're forcefully pushed out of that shell? Follow Sarah in her crazy pursuit in finding sanity, money, comfort, and invisibility.
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