Apr 04, 2007 18:36
This post is dedicated to the American history teacher the graduating 8th grade class had last year:
(in the form of a song)
Oh, Mrs. Brock, Oh
We didn't understand what you really taught us
We couldn't listen to the videos and would rather look at puss (exaggeration)
We didn't want to come but we really had to
No matter what, you still gave us FAILING grades
Oh, Mrs. Brock, Oh
Our class really didn't like you
And that's just simple logic
Since the stuff you talked about
Made my hair flip out
Your tests were flipping hard and crap
They made me want to write a bad rap
Your projects made no sense
But still made everyone tense
Oh, Mrs. Brock, Oh
We didn't understand what you really taught us
We couldn't listen to the videos and would rather look at puss
We didn't want to come but we really had to
No matter what, you still gave us FAILING GRADES
(THE END)
AHAHAHAHa, I was mean since she wasn't really that mean to me. But I do know that she was a bit unfair to a lot of the students and some of my friends. I wrote this on the spot, can't you tell?
Hey, you know it turns out our history teacher was okay compared to the history teacher Chris and Lauren and Austin had. They said she was bipolar and one of the worst. I feel sorry for them.
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