(no subject)
Here goes.
I had a meeting with my principal today. First, let me explain myself. I am a nice person. I mean, right? I never give anyone an attitude and I'm known to always be smiling. Well, I'd just like to let you all know I have a darker side, the one that comes out when you piss me off. You do not want to be on my bad side, I'm an angry Italian. There are only two people I've flipped my shit on in New Hampshire, Sarah Clark and Mrs. Nyhan. AND I haven't got in a fight since I moved here, and I haven't gotten arrested in almost a year!! July 3rd will be a year exactly. But anyways, back to the bitchfest. And the story commences now:
Last week I moved out of my house. I was dealing with a lot of family problems (not like its anything new) and decided enough was enough. Well it was a rough week for me, my emotional stability was at zero and one day, Mrs. Nyhan decided to yell at me for not getting my work done and I started crying. Crying. In front of people. I.Was.Crying. This doesn't happen. So, I calmly picked up my things and walked out of the room where I proceeded to break down completely in the hall, sobs and all. Well, I THEN get yelled at for leaving class. I explain the situation that I'm dealing with, and we let bygones be bygones. Well then THIS week, I forgot my paper in my bag, so I left class to go get it and it took me a while because my locker is amess. I get back to class and Mrs. Nyhan asks me to step outside, and proceeds to get two inches from my face so now I have nothing to stare at but eyes with crows feet, huge pores, receeding highlights, and a forehead that looks like it needs some serious botox. Mrs. Nyhan then accuses me of being an uncaring human being with no respect for her and her classroom, saying that I treat her classroom like a three ring circus. And this is where I snap...
I tell her that I treat her classroom that way because she is a clown. I then proceed to tell her that it is a sorry excuse for a classroom and she is a sorry excuse of an AP English teacher, and that she can take her fake bullshit and shove it up her ass.
So needless to say I end up in the principals office. To make a long story even longer, I explain to the principal how biased and unjust her grading system is, and how I have never had a problem with a teacher before, and for that matter, it shows how the whole thing was blown out of proportion and Mrs. Nyhan is clearly the one to blame. I walk out of the principals office, better friends with the princiPAL then before.
And I'm done. I have to go get this disgusting excuse for a human being ready to be seen in the public eye without jeers and pointing fingers.
The end.