The best I can do to stand this job is to torment others.
Like right now, for instance. My kiddos have extra time to complete an assignment, and they've been doing anything but work. So then they have "needs," (i.e. how to spell something, wanting to get out of class, needing not to work, but to do anything else) and want me to call on them.
So I sit here, with a big smile on my face, not calling on them.
They start to complain: "Miss, my arm hurts! ... Miss, aren't you going to call on me?"