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i hate the spanish teacher. she is very possibly the wrost teacher i have ever had.
today i showed up for class not even 2 minutes late. and she says "Elyse why are you late?" and i said "i have an sexcuse, sorry" and she goes "well this is unexceptable" and i said "uuh i dont see why its so outrageous...im generally on time and hardly ever late". seriously there are people in that clas who are late, no joke..every day. every fucking day. and she harasses me for four lates. then she goes "six lates in a semester is unexceptable" and i said "i havent been late six times, i've been late MAYBE 3 or 4".
then after class, and after drama... by drama im in a better mood. anyways im walking towards the stairs and i see her. As teachers and students usually do, they smile at eachother in the hallway. you know.. a general smile. Anyways, i smiled at her, and she had a completly blank pissed off look on her face, and then turns away. so blunt that she was just being a bitch.
That put me in an absolutly horid mood. Im so upset. Seriously i hate her. I can't see how she can choose favourties and make it SO clear and obvious that she has favourties. She would rape all the guys in the school if she could. she loves all the guys. and loves the sporty girls [who she coaches] and the preppy ones. for christ sakes, she attended regi for her own highschool. and she just couldn't move past the whole "im popular and hot and your not so im not going to be talk to you" phase, so she went to teachers college so that she could come back to regi and never have to give up her ego.
fuck you mrs. sarris white, fuck you. Today was the first day in quite some time that i've had that ripping urge to tell off the teacher, and back talk. I came so close. I was even going to go talk to the school counsellor about her. Just because i didnt think i could sit there and not say anything. I need to tell someone who will listen and care all this stuff, and perhaps give me some advice of what to say to her. or something.. i don't know. Today she almost made me cry i was so fierce with anger.
today i showed up for class not even 2 minutes late. and she says "Elyse why are you late?" and i said "i have an sexcuse, sorry" and she goes "well this is unexceptable" and i said "uuh i dont see why its so outrageous...im generally on time and hardly ever late". seriously there are people in that clas who are late, no joke..every day. every fucking day. and she harasses me for four lates. then she goes "six lates in a semester is unexceptable" and i said "i havent been late six times, i've been late MAYBE 3 or 4".
then after class, and after drama... by drama im in a better mood. anyways im walking towards the stairs and i see her. As teachers and students usually do, they smile at eachother in the hallway. you know.. a general smile. Anyways, i smiled at her, and she had a completly blank pissed off look on her face, and then turns away. so blunt that she was just being a bitch.
That put me in an absolutly horid mood. Im so upset. Seriously i hate her. I can't see how she can choose favourties and make it SO clear and obvious that she has favourties. She would rape all the guys in the school if she could. she loves all the guys. and loves the sporty girls [who she coaches] and the preppy ones. for christ sakes, she attended regi for her own highschool. and she just couldn't move past the whole "im popular and hot and your not so im not going to be talk to you" phase, so she went to teachers college so that she could come back to regi and never have to give up her ego.
fuck you mrs. sarris white, fuck you. Today was the first day in quite some time that i've had that ripping urge to tell off the teacher, and back talk. I came so close. I was even going to go talk to the school counsellor about her. Just because i didnt think i could sit there and not say anything. I need to tell someone who will listen and care all this stuff, and perhaps give me some advice of what to say to her. or something.. i don't know. Today she almost made me cry i was so fierce with anger.