Killing cliche's as fast as you invent them.

Sooo, report card pick up day is this week. I honestly can’t wait for my dad to meet my teachers.

Here they are: (and my ~commentary~)

Ms. Abrahman (or wtfever) Algebra.
I finally figured out what PISSES me off the most about her.
She can’t hear, she doesn’t pay attention, she’s rude.
…And she’s fucking PATRONIZING. Even when she’s ‘nice’. It’s this patronizing condescending nice, and it fucking drives me crazy. fuck off if you’re not going to do something worthwhile and actually you know, TEACH. I sit RIGHT infront of her and when she asks what the answer is, I will repeat it. loudly. FIVE FUCKING TIMES.
and she CAN’T.HEAR.IT.
She seems to think she has a friend in me, and that’s only because I have you know, MANNERS. Personally I can’t stand the fucking bitch. She CONSTANTLY comes over to me, while I’m DOING MY WORK. Takes my paper, looks at it, then looks at me….AND TELLS ME TO WORK.

I CAN’T. YOU HAVE MY PAPER YOU MORON. I CAN’T DO MY WORK IF YOU HAVE MY PAPER.

One time, I turned the page in my binder, so I could do some scratch work, (once again, I repeat, I SIT RIGHT INFRONT OF HER.) She tells me to stop drawing and work.

WTF.

SERIOUSLY. And you know, if I need help, I’LL ASK. STOP ASKING ME IF I NEED HELP EVERY FIVE SECONDS. That’s another problem you have and why people hate you.

YOU DON’T LEAVE US THE HELL ALONE. WE ARE DOING OUR WORK. NOW FUCK OFF.

Ms. Y - Drivers Ed/P.E.

I remember….the good ole days…when you could just dress for P.E… participate the best you can… and you got an A.

…wait that was last year!!

THEN HOW THE HELL DO YOU JUST TURN THE TABLES??

and how the FUCK can you grade someone based on their PHYSICAL PROWESS. I know I’m not athletic, I don’t try to hide it. I’m not overweight, or anything, and sports have never interested me either.

YET, BECAUSE OF THE STUPID FITNESS TESTS, I HAVE A FRIKKIN F IN P.E

SRSLY.

I dressed EVERYDAY.

I PLAYED STUPID VOLLEYBALL.

WTF.

Sorrrrryyyy, I’m not good at running, or doing pull-ups. But you know what? SOME OF THE FITNESS STUFF I NEVER GOT TO DO.

Oh! and I DID my sit ups. I got like, an A or a B on that.

BUT YOU JUST SKIPPED MY SQUAD. YOU NEVER ASKED US FOR WHAT WE GOT.

…WTF.

NO REALLY, DO YOU HAVE ALZHEIMERS??

I don’t particularly mind her in Driver’s Ed. She scares me, sure. but I’m a ‘good’ student in her eyes, so I never get in trouble. Hell, I was absent a couple of days, and didn’t have my homework. Normally, to anyone else she would’ve bit their heads off and told them that was no excuse, call the P.E office.

She just told me to go ahead and sit down and do work. no yelling.

That scared the hell outta me.

Division - Dr. C

Meet my Div teacher:

only with a bun on her head.

and yes, I am fucking serious.

She looks like Roz from Monster’s Inc.

and guess what? She’s a bitch like her too! Luckily I only have her for 15 minutes.

Hey! Guess what Ms.C! FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT SHIT SHIT BITCH BITCH BITCH.

I don’t ever swear at you Dr. C, but god DAMN. STFU already. We are teenagers in the 21st century living in Chicago.

We.are.going.to.swear.  Granted, we shouldn’t swear at you. and I don’t. but damn. stfu already.

Also, quit locking people out of the damn room. that just pisses them off and *gasp* makes them pound on the door! That’s great, they’re late. IT HAPPENS. Locking them out because you want to be a little pissant does nothing. Just creates more ruckus you moron.

Also, OMNOMNOMNOM. I’M IN UR CLASSROOM CHEWIN MAH GUM. Surprised you haven’t caught me yet!!

3rd period - Mr. San and Mr. D.

Mr. San - you scare me. I’m sry, but you seem really strict. D:  I mean, you also seem really cool. but you still scare me. sry.

Mr. D- you is awesome. plz be to staying forever.

Chemistry isn’t my best subject, but you know, I do my best and I do have a B in right now so I mean, I’m pleased. could be worse. Math and me don’t do good together, so i’m proud of myself for having a B in a science/math course that’s intended for juniors.

4th Period - Music, Ms. B.

Haaay you’re cool. whatevs. You’re nice to me. i hate singing, but I mean, it’s cool

5th Period - Mr. S.  Computer Tech.

’sup dude. even tho you’re kinda…annoying sometimes and sometimes like you know, over my shoulder too much. you’re an OK guy.

also. HAHAHAHA I CAN TYPE FASTER THEN YOU SUCKAAAAA.

6th period - LUNCH LOL.

I’ll use this to say,

A) I broke up with my boyfriend. no biggie.

B) I don’t like Jake. we’re friends, but he’s also an asshole.

C) I like this other kid in my lunch who’s fucking hilarious and on Thursday slammed a condom down onto the table and then left laughing.

awesome.

7th period - Mr. Garlic Us History (that’s not his real name, but you’ll see why I call him that.)

You’re awesome!!! One of my favorite classes. Sorry if I talk too much. Both like, to my friends, and you know, answering questions wise. I dun wanna come off as a smart-alec.

also, as to why that one essay wasn’t finished.

IT’S BECAUSE OF THAT ONE SENTENCE.  I spent like, the ENTIRE PERIOD TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT YOU SAW WRONG WITH THAT SENTENCE. I AM OCD LIKE THAT. To this DAY I find the sentence just fine, but I just ended up getting rid of it so I could move out of the damn intro paragraph!!!!

but still, you’re cool. you flipped me off once which made me lol.

Also, I’m on to you. I know you’re a damn vampire Mr. GARLIC yea that’s right. But it’s cool. you’re lucky I like vampires.

…BUT JUST ADMIT IT ALREADY!!!

8th Period - Ms. D American Lit.

Ms. D you’re awesome. I’m sorry everyone is always rude to you, but I like you a lot and you’re a good teacher.

also.

I finished Buried Onions already.

so yeah.

those are my teachers.

I find it vagualy ironic, that in Dekalb, I had straight A’s. and in Dekalb, I was a helluva lot more busy. I had anime club every tuesday (of which I was a big part of.), we had actual dances (we only have homecoming here at Senn.) and I was a lot more willing to go hang out with my friends.

and then I come to Senn, where I don’t have a lot of clubs, and spend most of my time on my schoolwork. and yet I have a C in Algebra and an F in P.E.

WTF. You know, my teacher at Dekalb for my math, was awesome. he explained things, he was nice, I had no trouble at all learning with him.

and then Ms. A comes along and just. URHG. it’s frustrating beyond belief. It makes me NOT want to do the damn work. I do, but it just…urgh it’s hard to explain.

as for the F in P.E, I think my teacher is smokin crack yo.

I mean, we had fitness tests in P.E but Pater never held it AGAINST us. it was more along the lines of “okay let’s see how to improve.) hell, I rarely ‘participated’ in P.E, I just kinda stood there occasionally attempting to kick the ball, really just standing there and making dirty jokes and snarky comments and he STILL gave me an A.

maybe he thought I was funny.

“OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. EARMUFFS.”

“WOW. He actually did it!!!”

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