Skool
Well, I walked out of my Statistics class before it even started. In my rush to retake the class I accidently signed up for, not my favorite teacher, but my most hated vile teacher. Mr. Thomas. The man is practically a waste of space. When I first met him he was teaching Algebra. I don't know if you have ever had the privlidge of being taught algebra by an engineer, but it is not the best experience. He knows the information in his head, but cannot get it out. He would also stare at the girls boobies when they asked him questions. Uhm.. he would work an entire problem on the board, someone would point out a mistake and then he would try to correct it and just get mad. He would yell at us saying that he should not have to answer simple questions because we should all ready know this. He was a tool. When I saw him pop his head in class I froze, looked at my class schedule again, got up and ran out. Luckily I was able to schedule another statistics class on Saturday morning. I regret not going to class for my last statistics class. I am embarrased I got a D. I should have gotten an A with my hands tied behind my back, but since I never went to class I got what I deserved.