So my Euro teacher is basically a psycho, crazy bitch...
Sometimes she's wonderful. Other times she just scares me. Like today, for example.
I walk into fourth period, still slightly "out there" because of the China test I just took. I realized we're getting our DBQs back, so with a slight pang of dread, I walked over to the folder and found my booklet...where I am instantly filled with even MORE dread because I see writing on the bottom of the evaluation paper. But I manage to muster up the courage to see it and BAM! I got an eight. I've never gotten an eight on a DBQ before, especially on one I bullshitted and wrote the period before. So I go back to my seat, rather happy and pleased with myself, and I realize I still have to fill out my social security number on my teacher recommendation form. Ok, no problem. All I have to do is take out my cell phone and copy it down. But then I realize it would probably be best if I asked Mrs. Craig if I could take my cell phone out for all of TWO FUCKING SECONDS to copy the text down. So I say:
"Mrs. Craig, and I take my cell phone out for like, five seconds to copy down my social security number my mom sent me."
*blank look*
"I just need to copy it down on this teacher recommendation form. It won't take very long."
"Well, I..."
*my turn to blankly stare at her*
And then after some more little exchanges like that, some evil little demon in her head sprang to life and she went from "almost yes, sure, just do it quickly and I won't say a thing" to "what the fuck are you thinking?" Which is a pretty scary and confusing thing.
I can't say I really remember what she said at first but I do remember this next bit.
"Does your mom work?"
"What? Yeah...but I texted her before she went to work..."
"Well, how would she like it if I called or texted all of her customers while she was trying to work with them?"
Wait, what? I remember at this point I blankly looked over at Mike who was just as confused as I was.
*blank stare*
*trails off* "Yes, all right! Just tell her I'm very angry with her."
You're angry with...my mother? I really think she could care less. So I sit down in my seat, take out my cell phone, and all of 5 seconds later, I'm done. In the time it took her to yell at me and be angry with my mom, I could have taken out my phone and written down what I needed to at least 15 times. I don't know what went through her head, but I wasn't trying to arrogant or cocky or whatever. I just had a fear of having my cell phone taken away, so I decided I would do the right thing and ask.
Or at least I thought it was the right thing to do.
You know, if it were Megan Lewinski, she would have said yes without the whole "I'm angry at your mom" spiel.
So for the rest of the class I sat there, angry at my fucked up teacher, and didn't look at her the entire class and instead, drew a photo of Andrew Jackson's Big block of Cheese Day with Despreaux the mouse while she ranted about the economy and Clinton and Nixon and sang Obama's praises and debated with Tom, and tired to convince us she's all so wise "and saw all this [the economy thing] coming". A will admit, I sniggered when Diana Li raised her hand and said, "If you saw it all coming, why didn't you do anything?"
As I was pulling out my notes later, Mike leaned over and said, "Don't you regret asking to use your phone now?"
No, not really. I regret that my Euro teach is basically a psycho, crazy bitch.
I walk into fourth period, still slightly "out there" because of the China test I just took. I realized we're getting our DBQs back, so with a slight pang of dread, I walked over to the folder and found my booklet...where I am instantly filled with even MORE dread because I see writing on the bottom of the evaluation paper. But I manage to muster up the courage to see it and BAM! I got an eight. I've never gotten an eight on a DBQ before, especially on one I bullshitted and wrote the period before. So I go back to my seat, rather happy and pleased with myself, and I realize I still have to fill out my social security number on my teacher recommendation form. Ok, no problem. All I have to do is take out my cell phone and copy it down. But then I realize it would probably be best if I asked Mrs. Craig if I could take my cell phone out for all of TWO FUCKING SECONDS to copy the text down. So I say:
"Mrs. Craig, and I take my cell phone out for like, five seconds to copy down my social security number my mom sent me."
*blank look*
"I just need to copy it down on this teacher recommendation form. It won't take very long."
"Well, I..."
*my turn to blankly stare at her*
And then after some more little exchanges like that, some evil little demon in her head sprang to life and she went from "almost yes, sure, just do it quickly and I won't say a thing" to "what the fuck are you thinking?" Which is a pretty scary and confusing thing.
I can't say I really remember what she said at first but I do remember this next bit.
"Does your mom work?"
"What? Yeah...but I texted her before she went to work..."
"Well, how would she like it if I called or texted all of her customers while she was trying to work with them?"
Wait, what? I remember at this point I blankly looked over at Mike who was just as confused as I was.
*blank stare*
*trails off* "Yes, all right! Just tell her I'm very angry with her."
You're angry with...my mother? I really think she could care less. So I sit down in my seat, take out my cell phone, and all of 5 seconds later, I'm done. In the time it took her to yell at me and be angry with my mom, I could have taken out my phone and written down what I needed to at least 15 times. I don't know what went through her head, but I wasn't trying to arrogant or cocky or whatever. I just had a fear of having my cell phone taken away, so I decided I would do the right thing and ask.
Or at least I thought it was the right thing to do.
You know, if it were Megan Lewinski, she would have said yes without the whole "I'm angry at your mom" spiel.
So for the rest of the class I sat there, angry at my fucked up teacher, and didn't look at her the entire class and instead, drew a photo of Andrew Jackson's Big block of Cheese Day with Despreaux the mouse while she ranted about the economy and Clinton and Nixon and sang Obama's praises and debated with Tom, and tired to convince us she's all so wise "and saw all this [the economy thing] coming". A will admit, I sniggered when Diana Li raised her hand and said, "If you saw it all coming, why didn't you do anything?"
As I was pulling out my notes later, Mike leaned over and said, "Don't you regret asking to use your phone now?"
No, not really. I regret that my Euro teach is basically a psycho, crazy bitch.