Hobo Teacher

This is the very first blog I ever became addicted to: Hobo Teacher. Here's the description from his "about" page:

You see, here’s how it all started. We're teachers. We love teaching but, the thing is, it doesn’t really pay the bills. As a matter of fact, we picked up odd jobs along the way to help make ends meet. This really takes its toll when you add on the countless hours already spent at school, the lack of sunlight, and the hazards of the job (Have you ever spent an hour and a half with 30 hormonal teenagers? Of course you have.).

You find yourself drawn to signs that promise, “Free samples!” Coupons become your best friend. Major decisions turn on a dime. Your social schedule is determined by how much change you have in the ashtray of your car. It creeps up on you until eventually, you embrace your situation. You work through your twenty-minute lunch. You eat less. You sleep less. You take students’ work to bed with you. You bathe less. You shave less. You see “home” less. You become… Hobo Teacher.

He teaches English in a "privileged" school, where the students don't bother to do their homework or (sometimes) even bathe. Some parents get mad at him if he misspells the kid's name, but disregard the grade on a failing grade report. He writes about the idiocy of the school administration, the overall ennui of the students, and the grind of teaching. What could become downright appalling is witty, sarcastic, and quite funny.