A review of Riti Sped's Christmas gifts:
season of giving takes a whole new meaning when you are a special education
teacher. Every year I get ridiculous gifts. I would rather get a simple hug around my legs accompanied by large quantities
of drool, rather than what my kids bring me. For the most part I just thank the
tards, take the gifts home, re-wrap them, and give them to other tards in my class. No one knows
the difference, and everyone is happy. Here are some of the gifts I got this year:
stickers are from Brad, the kid who furiously tore apart his stickerbook
while calling me an asshole and a greedy bitch in entry 12/2,
Tards and stickers. Because of this specific outburst, all of the tards will
be rewarded with these stickers for their stickerbooks except for Brad.
used book. The binding is worn and it even smells like mothballs. Great. The
Frango breathmints are a nice touch. This is a puzzling gift, because I am the
only one out of all the kids who actually brushes their teeth on a regular
cocoa mix and marshmallows! SOMEBODY fucking touched this shit. Thanks, I'll
pass on the Christmas Hepatitis C to all my friends. I'm sure they'll be very
I have always hated stretch mittens. Especially this pair--blue and green
stripes?! I wouldn't give these to a freezing homeless person, and even if I did
he'd probably throw them back in my face.
Stupid Cheap Christmas Ornaments. I don't have a fucking tree, and these
ornaments are gay anyway. If you want any of the pictured ornaments, they are
currently in the dumpster behind my house.
More fucking cocoa mix! I've never once drank cocoa in front of my tards, or
ever claimed to like it, yet come Christmas time, I get it by the bushel. At
least this time it is packaged. It will sit in the top drawer of my desk for
years, until I use it as a birthday gift for one of my other tards.
Washable markers? Yes, thank you, I am not retarded, I can draw inside the lines and
on appropriate surfaces.
A book about the solar system. What am I going to do with this? Read it to the
class? They won't understand it.
is a tard card. This is the front
of the card, and this is the
message on the inside. This card is funny for the following reasons:
It is a cat saying "Hi Hun."
2. The front says,
"To: Miss [Sped] From: ???" The girl who gave this to me did so in
person, and she also signed her fucking name on the inside. So what is up with
the little guessing game????
misspellings. Some are phonetically impossible. I blame myself, as I am obviously a
poor teacher. Oh wait, nevermind, she's retarded.
wrapped in Kleenex, in the cardboard box, with the Homer Simpson pencil
holder that has "Carpe Diem: Seize the Donut" written on the front. I don't even know what to say about this.
dog dish. This I actually like. It is a hell of a paint job,
especially for a tard. It was painted at one of those little places where you
pick out something and paint it (note that I already put some of my shit in it.)
is classic. The Starbucks Christmas bear--from 2000--in a "Happy
Birthday" bag. My birthday is in July. Maybe the tard's parents can't read
--Your run of the
got a Starbucks gift card from a girl whose mom has attempted suicide
numerous times. The gift card was for 20 bucks. I was slightly excited
about it, because this is finally a gift I can use, as opposed to the normal
tried to use it the next day. The Starbucks cashier swiped it, and then asked me
to wait while she got a manager. The card had never been activated! The mother
had jacked it from Starbucks without considering the whole activation
was so embarrassing. I didn't even try to explain the story to the manager
because it is so ridiculous. Everyone there thought I stole it and and tried to
use it. I paid for the latte, but was angry and embarrassed about it. To The
Mom: Merry Fucking Christmas to you, too.
--I did get one good thing---a Barnes and Noble gift
card. And this one was not stolen! The mom is a nurse and normal. Once I opened it I knew
exactly what it would be used for: My new coffee table book will be Tucker
Book of Pick-Up Lines.
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