I know I've already said it, but Coach needs to go. This goes against everything in teaching, it's disgusting. And that lesson was nothing but contrived bullshit! God, that was so creepy and humiliating to read, I wanted to go in there and rip Patch out of class myself!
And it's so weird that one minute Vee and Nora seem to be talking sense, yet the next minute they're not freaked out anyt=more and are talking about how hot Patch is >.< Did the author see they were making too much sense or something?
Oh, and to celebrate, this is a short spitefic from me:
"you'll see that children are the key to the survival of our species. And the more children you have, the greater your contribution to the gene pool”
"...Coach McConaugh?"
Appearing at the door of the science room was Principal Sarah May, a woman in her 40s with long brown hair and a black pants suit. Her face was grave as she walked to the front of the classroom, staring out at the students.
"Coach McConaugh, what I'm about to tell you is very serious," she began, "and something all the students need to hear. I am hereby suspending you from this particular class and from teaching at Maine Local High School. We have received a number of complaints from students and their parents about you behaviour in class and the subject matter you are bringing into the classroom."
She then looked straight at Patch with narrowed eyes. "We've also received a complaint about a male student sexually harassing a fellow female student, which is a very serious offence."
Patch gritted his teeth at the principal, but she only looked back at him with disdain.
"Coach McConaugh, I need you to leave the school premises immediately. You are to pack up your desk and security will escort you out."
Coach McConaugh was no doubt appalled, his arms slumped by his sides and shoulders stiff. His brows then furrowed and his lips pursed. "You can't kick me out!" he barked, "I was appointed to this class!"
"Well, we have come to see that we have made a truly grave mistake," Principal May replied.
"This is bullshit, I'm not going anywhere!"
"Well, if we're gonna have a problem with this, Coach, I could just call security now if you like?"
Coach McConaugh huffed irritably through his nose. He knew he had been defeated and causing anymore trouble was going to result in just that. He quickly stormed out of class while the rest of the students looked on wide-eyed and whispering to one another.
"I'm sorry to everyone here that this class has been such a distressing experience for you all," apologised Principal May. "We will soon have a replacement for this class, but until then it will not run until further notice. You may all leave and continue working in the library on any other work you may have."
The students were no doubt relieved to ditch out on this class, practically racing out of the room.
Principal May, meanwhile, stopped Patch before he could make it to the door.
"As for you, you'll be joining me in my office," she told him bluntly. "We have a lot to discuss about your behaviour."
Patch looked like he was about to snarl at her.
"And if you think you can push me around like some poor pathetic woman," she spat at him, "then I don't think you know me all that well, Patch…"
And it's so weird that one minute Vee and Nora seem to be talking sense, yet the next minute they're not freaked out anyt=more and are talking about how hot Patch is >.< Did the author see they were making too much sense or something?
Oh, and to celebrate, this is a short spitefic from me:
"you'll see that children are the key to the survival of our species. And the more children you have, the greater your contribution to the gene pool”
"...Coach McConaugh?"
Appearing at the door of the science room was Principal Sarah May, a woman in her 40s with long brown hair and a black pants suit. Her face was grave as she walked to the front of the classroom, staring out at the students.
"Coach McConaugh, what I'm about to tell you is very serious," she began, "and something all the students need to hear. I am hereby suspending you from this particular class and from teaching at Maine Local High School. We have received a number of complaints from students and their parents about you behaviour in class and the subject matter you are bringing into the classroom."
She then looked straight at Patch with narrowed eyes. "We've also received a complaint about a male student sexually harassing a fellow female student, which is a very serious offence."
Patch gritted his teeth at the principal, but she only looked back at him with disdain.
"Coach McConaugh, I need you to leave the school premises immediately. You are to pack up your desk and security will escort you out."
Coach McConaugh was no doubt appalled, his arms slumped by his sides and shoulders stiff. His brows then furrowed and his lips pursed. "You can't kick me out!" he barked, "I was appointed to this class!"
"Well, we have come to see that we have made a truly grave mistake," Principal May replied.
"This is bullshit, I'm not going anywhere!"
"Well, if we're gonna have a problem with this, Coach, I could just call security now if you like?"
Coach McConaugh huffed irritably through his nose. He knew he had been defeated and causing anymore trouble was going to result in just that. He quickly stormed out of class while the rest of the students looked on wide-eyed and whispering to one another.
"I'm sorry to everyone here that this class has been such a distressing experience for you all," apologised Principal May. "We will soon have a replacement for this class, but until then it will not run until further notice. You may all leave and continue working in the library on any other work you may have."
The students were no doubt relieved to ditch out on this class, practically racing out of the room.
Principal May, meanwhile, stopped Patch before he could make it to the door.
"As for you, you'll be joining me in my office," she told him bluntly. "We have a lot to discuss about your behaviour."
Patch looked like he was about to snarl at her.
"And if you think you can push me around like some poor pathetic woman," she spat at him, "then I don't think you know me all that well, Patch…"
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