The reek shall inherit the earth.

Ah, state mandated test time. I drew the long straw this year and got to be the relief teacher. I have to tell you about the first classroom that I was in. It reeked. I don’t know what it was. Was it the kids? Did something die in AC? What was it? How could the teacher let it get so bad?

That last question got me thinking. If familiarity breeds contempt, then could it breed other things? Could it breed olfactory dysfunction. Let’s face it—we get used to our odors. That very moment that I was suffering the stench of room 377, there were some poor unfortunate souls were experiencing about four days worth of my dirty Tupperware containers. At least it’s comforting to know that I might not be the only hobo teacher.