Life is hard when your parent is a teacher

 Ever been envious of a teacher’s kid? Ever been miffed by just how much they are dotted on by everyone, never in trouble and just seem to be naturally bright? Don’t pretend you never wished thunder fire on perfect Peter or wished neat Nelly could just disappear into River Subukia and have murderous thoughts every time they were mentioned as exemplary students during assemblies, or when they were called to pick their prizes on closing day for extraordinary performance, or made group leaders almost every time, or made prefects and monitors, or when a passing teacher would greet them and completely disregard your presence, or when you thought they were spared from canning or punishment, or when… the list is endless. Well, breaking news folks; being a teacher’s kid isn’t as rosy as it seems, in fact it’s one of the hardest things ever.

 Remember how you had to always be on point in school because a little slip up would most definitely lead to punishment or how the teacher was always right even when they were wrong, and how you would look forward to the end of the day so you could rush home and have some breathing space and play out your mischievous fantasies? That is what life for a teacher’s kid is, except that they have nowhere to look forward to going for a release.