Four more weeks of school. I can't make it- I cannot last 'till June 8th. At least not silently all the time in a certain class. . . Yes- the dreaded history. Apparently I'm really disrespectful all the time, though I never get an explanation and they never give a chance to EXPLAIN why I was late. How can they expect me never to be late when there are NO BELLS!? How retarded is that? Sometimes I wonder why these people are teaching us. . . . And then language. Ewww. . . We're "learning" german. That means that the teacher gives us four worksheets a day and tells us to figure it out. In silence of course, because how inappropriate would it be if we actually spoke the language or if she actually taught us the stuff? Then ceramics. I love clay. I love the teacher. I don't love the seventh graders. It would be an amazingly fun class, if the sevies didn't run around with the tools, broomsticks, and clay. Seriously- they wrestle each other down to the floor and cover everyone in clay. They also throw it. Like snowballs. They also crack "that's what she said" jokes every other sentence. Seriously. "Sit down and stop throwing clay! Right now!" and then, in unison "That's what SHE said!" and a torrent of laughter fills the room. And then they throw some more clay and the cycle begins again. . . If only my high school didn't have seventh graders. . .
I repeat- four more weeks of school. I cannot make it. I cannot last until June 8th. . .
You can to make it! its only 4 weeks, and the last week is usually all fun! or atleast a push over ya know! as for the sevies well they are sevies just ignore them. and history well it get easier. I love you! hugs!~! :) hang in there girly
ReplyDeleteAww thank you, babe! You know, you always made me feel better about myself. Thank you, for that. I <3 You!!
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