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(Lacie, Lyndsey wanted to know
what happened, so here…)
-Boy... am I pissed…
Ms. Walker, my science teacher
(e.g.:
Bitch-who-still-lives-with-her-mom-and-claims-to-have-a-boyfriend-who-is-an-ex-pornostar-and-has-a-tendency-to-pick-on-me-in-particular…)
gave me a referral for something I did LAST week.
I’ll admit (with some
difficulty, mind you) that it was a bit rude to yell at her: “What’re you
doing? Stalking me?!” when she told me to get to class. But, there have been
times were she singles ME out, and no one else. Sure, occasionally Alex, or
Robbie, or even some guys in class, but for the love of god, five other people
left the classroom and it was ME who she told to get back to class. Me! Not the
other guys from class that were standing RIGHT.OUTSIDE.THE.CLASSROOM.
Anyway, she gave me a referral
for something that happened last week.
And, last Tuesday, I finally
snapped at her, yelling at her that she talks about her life (which I couldn’t
give a rat’s ass about) and how she needs to stop making weird noises in the
middle of class, and singling me out, AND point out what I
do wrong while refusing to help me with my work.
She was an okay teacher in the
first trimester, but this tri, when I transferred in, I got nothing but abuse
or the cold shoulder. I know it a bit of a menially one-sided mention, but when
I came in to have her sign the sheet so that I could transfer in, she dropped
it and didn’t really give a damn. She wasn’t teaching a lesson or anything, she
just looked at it and then went back to writing whatever she was writing.
But, then, when I moved in,
she acted like I was adding another 10 years until she could retire! After
class we got onto the topic of how some Chinamen eat dogs or cat and some
French who eat horse (I am French, actually, so if I can say this about my own
heritage, she shouldn’t be bitching about it). So, out of the blue, she says,
“AJ, quit calling me a blanket-butt.”
What.The.Hell.
Someone in class asked what a
“Blanket-butt” is and she told us it was a person who sleeps under the covers.
That’s NOT what it means. It was a term used by some Americans for the male
Native Americans who wore flaps of hide over their front and back. The point
is, is that we were joking around and being stereotypical and stupid, but the
hell if I called her a “blanket-butt.”
Later, I was reading, because,
well, she going off onto a story about how she’s had it hard all her life and
how she lived with her mom in poverty so, of course, I was bored out of my
fucking mind. Also, Lacie was lending me a good book, “Pet Sematary”, and I
ended up picking it up and reading while she lectured. She then singled me out
and said: “AJ, why did you transfer into my class?”
“Huh?”
“If all your going to do is
read, then I don’t want you in here. Next time you start reading, it’s a
referral.”
I got to pick with her the
next day, though. As it turns out, I brought the book the next day and set it
on top of my desk. But, throughout the entire hour, I didn’t touch it. Heh,
Lacie told me she was almost saying with her eyes: “Pick it up. Pick. It. UP.
Pick up the book so I can give you a referral and somehow get you out of my
class.”
Of course, I left it out for a
reason, so I got a kick out of this… heh…
About a week or so later I
finally snapped (having such a bad day I ended up going home after this) and
began yelling at her while everyone was at lunch.
I told her she went on about
her life to much. I told her she needed to stop making those freaking weird
noises in the middle of class. That she needed to stop telling us no talking
during a test and then start up a conversation with us. I told her that she had
to stop picking on me because I transferred in.
She told me that having
another student was wasting 15 minutes of her life. The next day, she graded
out folders in one lunch period………… Hypocrite………
I told her she was gonna die
soon anyway. That she was old enough as it was and that she should stop trying
to act like a fucking 8-year-old on crack. (Those exact words…)
When I’m pissed off, I will
say just about anything.
I ended up going home
afterward. As it turned out, I almost fainted from exhaustion I had a fever and
a migraine that had been on my ass all morning… so, the shouting match was the
last straw with Ms. Walker.
I think it’s been going on
since then (which was last Tuesday) she’s been dropping hints that “someone
says I talk too much, so I’m not gonna lecture you and you guys can get started
on your lesson.” Well, yeah, you do. I said you tell stories
too often. I wanted in here to LEARN
about Science. Not your boring old ass.
She then started off about how
we could’ve done lab, but since people were hitting eachother with meter
sticks, that we couldn’t do the lab. (Alex and me were tapping; like, quick
bopping on the shoulder or legs. Of course, she going to exaggerate…) She also
said that “someone” needs to apologize (“you know who you are”).
THE HELL IF I’M FUCKING
APOLOGIZING TO THAT FUCKING BITCH!!!
When we got back from lunch
(not before she told me: “Bajillion is a lot, you know.” “No, duh…”) and told
me to move my stuff. I asked why, and she said: “Well, you haven’t apologized
about saying I was stalking you.”
Lady, that happened LAST WEEK.
“The heck if I’m apologizing!”
(You cannot understand how fucking close I was to yelling “The fucking hell I’m
going to apologize to a bitch like you, you ex-porno star!” Buuut… the choir
trip kinda stopped me on that one. I’ve already paid $155. No way am I going to
give her the satisfaction that she got me to swear and solidify the fact that I
could miss this trip.)
So, she moved me. After a few
minutes, she gave me a referral for Bush’s office. On the note she gave him, it
says she asked for me to apologize nicely.
You can’t necessarily do that
when you say “Someone needs to apologize” to whole. Fucking. Class.
Now, me mom’s trying to get a
little info and what she can about both sides (she talked to Alex’s mom and
from what she’s told me, she agrees that Ms. Walker shouldn’t be withholding
her teaching from us just because it’s her last year and she feels like she can
take it out on students). She’ll be talking to Walker tomorrow, however.
What I’m worried about,
however is, that I won’t be eligible for the Choir trip because of all this.
This is nowhere near fair if she’s giving me a referral THIS week for LAST
week. If that’s something that deals with my trip, the hell if she lives with
her fucking mother, I will egg, teepee, smash, and destroy her home as humanly
possible.
Or her car at least…
Ooohh…
come the last day of school… She is going down… | 
