I'll try to remember to save today's doodles.
Spring break was last week. Do you know what I did? Hmm? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And it was beyond wonderful.
So school started again yesterday. I hate that damn place. I'm tired of being bitched at from the moment I get there until the moment I leave. Allow me to elaborate.
Yesterday I sat down at my desk in my Foods II class (which I was tricked into taking in the first place) and conversed with my friend A.J. about our fantastic Spring Breaks. During this time, announcements were being...annnounced, and my teacher was across the room busy cleaning out a refridgerator that had broken sometime over the break. After a minute or so, she turned around, singled me out, called me a "Chatty Kathy" and told me that if I didn't shut up she was sending me out in the hall. I was so surprised that I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing at all and went about my business.
This morning, she was again ranting about the damn refridgerator. After about ten mintues into her bitch-fest, I whispered to my friend A.J. to look at a picture I had in my notebook. At this ONE SENTENCE WHISPER, she told me that she needed to talk to me in the hallway. I said, "Oh. God," and followed her.
Hold on. I'm at the library and about to be kicked off.
So school started again yesterday. I hate that damn place. I'm tired of being bitched at from the moment I get there until the moment I leave. Allow me to elaborate.
Yesterday I sat down at my desk in my Foods II class (which I was tricked into taking in the first place) and conversed with my friend A.J. about our fantastic Spring Breaks. During this time, announcements were being...annnounced, and my teacher was across the room busy cleaning out a refridgerator that had broken sometime over the break. After a minute or so, she turned around, singled me out, called me a "Chatty Kathy" and told me that if I didn't shut up she was sending me out in the hall. I was so surprised that I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing at all and went about my business.
This morning, she was again ranting about the damn refridgerator. After about ten mintues into her bitch-fest, I whispered to my friend A.J. to look at a picture I had in my notebook. At this ONE SENTENCE WHISPER, she told me that she needed to talk to me in the hallway. I said, "Oh. God," and followed her.
Hold on. I'm at the library and about to be kicked off.