My son's teacher

I think this photograph says a lot. This is the value-size ibuprofen my son's teacher keeps in her desk. She pops these things like TicTacs from what I can tell.

If I haven't mentioned it before, my son has some emotional issues and is in a special program for children who need more support than a mainstream classroom can provide. He isn't retarded and he isn't a juvenile delinquent. He just has, well, issues. He is, by far, the tamest kid in the class and he is pretty trying sometimes. So, this makes sense.

Mean Old Teacher, if you chase them with a shot of liquor, it makes them way more effective.