While I don’t hate my teaching job, I do hate the fact that I often have to be a babysitter/glorified maid/security guard/entertainer all in one. Which means I constantly have to keep the eyes of 20+ kids on me. Not fun. Let me show you how not fun this can be — my first year as a teacher, I had to deal with paper balls thrown at me, secret hater messages (not as fun as secret admirer messages), and snippy parents. You know, the usual. But what was not so usual was the one student who decided he’d like to light me on fire on the last day of school. He even brought his own can of kerosene. Luckily, the little pyromaniac was apprehended before he could set me ablaze. But remembering that kid today, almost 7 years later, I still get shivers.