children

Okay, I like children. That may come off as open-paedophilia, but I don't mean it like that. I think they're tolerable, and even cute at times. But I have to agree with Lyanna - I don't think I'll be able to handle being a primary school teacher either. I might have some kind of mental break down due to the constant reminder of the childhood I've long since grown out of. I think it's because of the bratty side of my sister that I see probably every second hour of the day. Excluding sleeping times, because everyone knows I sleep like a log. Really, like a log. A moving one. That had got its toenails painted discreetly during its slumber on the second night of camp. Yes, that type of log.

Anyway, back to the point. I, too, dislike it when children underestimate the actual difficulty of the years to come. I'm actually too tired to continue this post and fight for what I believe in (sounded really over the top, there HAHA), so I'll just finish off my essay (900 WORDS NOW, AND COUNTING). Ta ta for now!