liz jon asmar english class library
Last Monday during English class (my first class of the day) my teacher sent me to the library with lizparker and jonasmar so that lizparker and I could look up information on Edgar Allen Poe. Instead I got the great idea to leave school, walk down the ridiculously long street that leads into the school (rebel run) and get high off school grounds before returning back to school for fourth period. The thing with Fairfax High School is that it doesn't really have a fourth period. Instead, we go to one of our other classes for a study-hall-like period. It's already the end of the year, so we aren't even doing anything in our actual classes, let alone our study classes. So here are some photographs of lizparker and jonasmar getting high with me during second period (we alternate on different days as to whether we go to our even-period classes or odd-period classes) and we were still on time for fourth period.
You may think that I would feel guilty, but you'd be stupid to do so. My English teacher has flipped a bitch. She gave me a 76% on my research paper because i turned it in a month late. Yeah, I know, a month is a long time, but I'm James and James can get away with shit like this. I showed my teacher the paper the day that it was due, but I hadn't gone in and filled in the citations yet and had instead inserted a (X) where I would have to cite a name. I did this because I had cited everything from a single source, because I only needed information to back up the facts made in my paper. I asked her if I could just use that one source or if I'd have to go and use multiple sources (because she had made that a reqiurement, but I'm not usually one to whom requirements apply) and she told me that I needed to have at least 5 sources. That's a waste of time. I had to go out and find four other people to say something that I already had included in my paper. That's just stupid. So I just stuck in random last names, but I took a month to do so. She made it seem like there was no real hurry at all. Twat. One day at the end of a class she says, "Oh, James, by the way, I'm only giving you a completion grade on your research paper because you still haven't turned it in." So I went and revised the two grammatical errors in my paper and stuck in random last names and turned it into her two hours later the same day. She took the paper and made a big "L" shape on her forehead indicating that I'm a loser. She's the one that's an English teacher, she's got some balls.