What are you a doctor of?

Today, for no particular reason I'm aware of, I remembered an old substitute teacher from my elementary school days. Her name was Dr. Star(or possibly Starr), and she was a total bitch.

For starters, during her time there, she earned a doctorate in something, and when she went from Ms. to Dr. she insisted that 8-year-olds refer to her by her new title, and would give you shit if you screwed it up. Now that I'm older, I have to wonder just why the fuck she was working as a part-time substitute elementary school teacher if she had a fucking doctorate. It seems like she should've been teaching at the high school level at the very least.

Also, from what I remember, she wasn't a very good teacher. She didn't spend a whole lot of time instructing, and seemed to like going back and assigning marks to old work that wasn't meant to be marked. Every month we had to make a new title page in our workbooks just to keep things separated, and around about May she went back and gave my October title page a C. Not that that affected me in any real way, but looking back on it now, it just seems really sad and petty.

Anyway, that's something I remembered today. Fuck you, Dr. Star, wherever you may be.