Sep 07, 2005 18:01
My English Teacher is such a deutsh-bag (however the hell you spell it)
So we had to write a paper on Hurricane Katrina, so I just got Jenny to write it and in return I'm drawing Marty taking it up the ass. hard.
So my teacher sucks, I think hes just making up shit as he goes. Well now we have to write another paper by taking our Katrina paper and making it an opinion paper. Jesus, I hate this English class.
Mr. Mendonca is so nosy, I was drawing in my sketchbook after class waiting for French class to start and he comes hobling over and is like "What's all this?" and he starts asking me questions like "am I in an art class." and being all nosy and shit and he tells me he wants me to freaking show a couple pages of my drawings to the class, by like mid-term. This dude fucking sucks. Also I had out my new poetry book and he notices that I have it and tells me he has another idea for me to do. I swear he just makes shit up as he goes. I hate this dude, and I want a green tea frappachino badly right now. lol. random, but I can taste it, weird. So I'm off to work from my French workbook. Later.