anyone who's seen Amelie wil know the scene where the guy walks out of the cafe and she disolves into water and splashes onto the floor. well that's what i did when i found out that my old class got Mr. Griffths for english. this guy is a gun. he embodies every thing that you'd want a teacher to be. he told that i did the most pathetic imitation of "pretending to do my maths" he'd ever seen. i didn't even get him for philosophy either, that's why i chose the subject in the first place. and i'm stuck with a some teacher from
sparkle_frog's old school. She got us to explain adjectives and verbs to her, like some gread 5 exercise.
i miss my old class. i miss the mayhem and madness.