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Screw school. I don't understand why we even have school this week. I'm sick of looking at zepol, really. School's sucha Sucker. Cant you like, let me get away from that old hag for just a few days? God, seeing her hurts my eyes.
She's still picking on me. Great.
"YARN JOON! Can you stop talking? You're being inconsiderate."
No one cares that you need the environment to be quiet so that you can mark all the scripts in time. Who fucking takes one whole month to finish marking 42 scripts? Do you leave in a industrial park or something?
It's after exams, who asks students to sit quietly, reading Reader's Digest right after the exams. Your excessive dyeing of hair to cover the white bunches that appear like, 3 days after you've just dyed them black have caused some black dye to seep into your brain and contaminated it, I bet. I don't know how you got to become a teacher.
You can't teach for shit. -0 information of yours goes into our brains.
You can't talk well. Can't even win me in a verbal quarrel.
Your voice is horrible. Sounds like a hell lullaby that'll put me into deep sleep with endless nightmares of the 18th level of hell.
Your dressing is atrocious. Which teacher wears PJs to school? At least get something presentable like Jaejoong's hamtaro PJ. At least we'll take you seriously for once by laughing at you.
Don't bother trying to tiptoe and see if I'm standing up to greet you when you know I'll never do that. Don't try to make eye contact with me to show that, "I'm watching you". You'll just see me looking away, disgusted at your face. You don't deserve my respect, get it?
You broke the record, yo. Probably the first ever teacher in secondary school I've been so annoyed with.
So fellow schoolmates, if you ever see me walking out of a classroom after hearing some forbidden Hokkien phrases, and probably some metal/plastic objects landing on concrete, you'll know what has happened.
She's still picking on me. Great.
"YARN JOON! Can you stop talking? You're being inconsiderate."
No one cares that you need the environment to be quiet so that you can mark all the scripts in time. Who fucking takes one whole month to finish marking 42 scripts? Do you leave in a industrial park or something?
It's after exams, who asks students to sit quietly, reading Reader's Digest right after the exams. Your excessive dyeing of hair to cover the white bunches that appear like, 3 days after you've just dyed them black have caused some black dye to seep into your brain and contaminated it, I bet. I don't know how you got to become a teacher.
You can't teach for shit. -0 information of yours goes into our brains.
You can't talk well. Can't even win me in a verbal quarrel.
Your voice is horrible. Sounds like a hell lullaby that'll put me into deep sleep with endless nightmares of the 18th level of hell.
Your dressing is atrocious. Which teacher wears PJs to school? At least get something presentable like Jaejoong's hamtaro PJ. At least we'll take you seriously for once by laughing at you.
Don't bother trying to tiptoe and see if I'm standing up to greet you when you know I'll never do that. Don't try to make eye contact with me to show that, "I'm watching you". You'll just see me looking away, disgusted at your face. You don't deserve my respect, get it?
You broke the record, yo. Probably the first ever teacher in secondary school I've been so annoyed with.
So fellow schoolmates, if you ever see me walking out of a classroom after hearing some forbidden Hokkien phrases, and probably some metal/plastic objects landing on concrete, you'll know what has happened.