Things that Make the Last Days Better
Okay so, preface: Sis was on crutches most of this week due to her knee, and my parents smoke.
Wednesday my little sister had a substitute teacher in her first period English class and I had to help her to this class. The sub is standing by the door and as we pass by, comments that someone smells like smoke. I get sis situated and he again says that someone stinks like a bar as I'm leaving.
Today, I had this same sub in my AP European History class. He gives us this bullshit about how to be a millionaire by the time you're sixty, talking about booze and guys bringing girls home and loads of other crap. Then, half way through class, the head vice principal (we've got a few since we're a big school) comes in and asks him to step outside in the hall. We don't see him again.
Come to find out, he had given the same bullshit millionaire crap to my sister's class and another one, talking about blowjobs. He told my sister, to her face and quite loudly, that she smelled like a bar and that he didn't want to come to a classroom and smell that. He purposely hit my sister's bad knee until one of her friends moved so her knee was protected. He trashed a teacher's room. The reason we didn't see him again? He got fired.
It's random crazy stuff like this that make senioritis a little more bearable XD
Wednesday my little sister had a substitute teacher in her first period English class and I had to help her to this class. The sub is standing by the door and as we pass by, comments that someone smells like smoke. I get sis situated and he again says that someone stinks like a bar as I'm leaving.
Today, I had this same sub in my AP European History class. He gives us this bullshit about how to be a millionaire by the time you're sixty, talking about booze and guys bringing girls home and loads of other crap. Then, half way through class, the head vice principal (we've got a few since we're a big school) comes in and asks him to step outside in the hall. We don't see him again.
Come to find out, he had given the same bullshit millionaire crap to my sister's class and another one, talking about blowjobs. He told my sister, to her face and quite loudly, that she smelled like a bar and that he didn't want to come to a classroom and smell that. He purposely hit my sister's bad knee until one of her friends moved so her knee was protected. He trashed a teacher's room. The reason we didn't see him again? He got fired.
It's random crazy stuff like this that make senioritis a little more bearable XD