The children now love luxury. They have bad manners, contempt for authority; they show disrespect for elders and love chatter in place of exercise.

I cannot teach anybody anything, I can only make them think.

A perfect person is easy to love. But when somebody likes all your imperfections, well, that's when you know they really mean it.

See?" I crowed. "I know what I'm doing. Two weeks, tops, and you'll be begging to dip your fries in my shake."

"You think?"

It took me about a second before I realized I'd done it again. My mouth seriously needed a chaperone.

That disapproving look was back in her eyes. Her teacher face. The one that could make you squirm from ten paces, even if you were innocent. And I hadn't been innocent for years.

Because teachers, no matter how kind, no matter how friendly, are sadistic and evil to the core.