Bump because butts. No really, I checked out at least 6 teachers tonight.
My friend Wayne took me and my other friend of mine (whose name is also called Mike) to a high school holding an open evening. We went there to pick up Wayne's girlfriend, because she works there as a teaching assistant. At least 3 of the teachers there looked no older than 30 and each had the perfect arse. One of them, you could even see the shape of her underwear when she walked. That took me back to my days in French, where I would fantasize about nailing my French teacher on a desk.
In fact most of the school was amazing compared to my high school: it was as big as a university, the chairs weren't over 2 decades old, each classroom had flat screen TVs, their science rooms actually did something practical, had all sorts of chemicals and had
Van de Graff generators, the art rooms actually did art, the D.T rooms did more than just make shitty nameplates and clocks, and the Food Tech department was a lot bigger and actually did some cooking. All we did pretty much every lesson was copy useless shit out of text books and if we didn't finish it in time we had to do it throughout lunch or at the end of the day, that kind of thing. I was amazed by everything there, felt like a child in a sweet shop.
Also learned something while I was there: you can power Tube lights, like the ones found in schools or kitchens, with a plasma ball without the need to plug it in to anything. Although if you leave it long enough and you can shock yourself with the metal prongs on either end of the light.