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parent teacher organizations...with my 12 years experience of parent volunteers, they are the epitome of adults with no lives. these parents from hell have nothing to do with their time besides disrupt the educational experience of their children and their classmates. Bitter, you say? I distinctly recall writing about parent volunteers in my grade school diary, so yes, I am bitter. Why can't those silly bitches spend their time elsewhere being productive members of society, perhaps by employment? Anyone can cut, laminate, and staple crafts for grade schoolers. Likewise, children can be mentally scarred by anyone, so why would you risk them with the presence of ridiculously biased middle-aged women, who clearly don't like any students that threaten the presence of their children.
This argument has gone off from its original (read: ranting) direction. What I meant to say was that these women (it's not sexist; men just seem to understand that being a parent volunteer is not a worthwhile task) should take no part in directing, instructing, or punishing children. As clueless as children are already, why the hell would you think that you taking charge in place of their teacher would benefit them in any manner. Understand your place and no one will be disgusted by your presence. Find a job that benefits people outside of grade school, and I will love you eternally.

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