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A rant from JS. Teachers Teachers are the pain in the backside of almost every pupil. In your last two years at school all they ever go on about is "Where is your coursework?" It's the most annoying question I have ever heard and they never get the fact that people don't usually do it until they have to; the last minute. Well I never did it anyway, but they still never got the message that they would never get it. I had numerous teachers I hated. Not least my "science" teacher named no I'll just call her 'Bitch'. That was the name I christened her because of her retarded actions (and my general hatred of her). The stupid cow would always have a go at me for nothing. Numerous people in my class hated her as much, maybe more, as I did. One person hit her, and I don't blame them, another one just yelled so much she cried. I just sat there laughing. Well she had it coming to her really; with her taunts of "If you get a C in your final exam, that C will be my doing". I mean how much would that piss you off, listening to her ego trip herself about grades like that? It pissed me off to the point that when I got a C in my mock exam I said, "that's my C, I was the one who took the test, it's mine." To which she just walked away. Ignorant woman. And now a little rant from MGW. Another hated teacher by some friends and me is a person named BASTARD. He is a drama teacher with long nails; yes you know what it means when a man has long nails, a raving poof. I hate him; he has no car - TRAMP. He uses the school van, the worst mobile thing invented. Well that just about tells you he is a BASTARD. One time springs to mind, when I was walking down the road after a
shitty school day. He decided to stop me (out of school time) and tell
me "You have to re-write an essay that you handed in earlier".
And he didn't mean tomorrow he meant that I had to waste my time and
come back to school at that very time, right then and there. Well NO.
I was not prepared to do this, I told him no. And he said he would give
me a detention. Well at this point I lost my temper and so I shouted
at him in these exact words "WELL NO YOU CAN BURN". Quite
to the point I thought. Because I said this he was in shock so I walked
away. Later that day I got a phone call. In the background I could hear
his voice and as my mum was on the phone to him, I went out. That is
just one of the many reasons that he is hated in school. Well I think
I was right, HE SHOULD BURN. |
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