9/13/05 in Victim of Society

  • Feb. 6, 2014, 8:21 p.m.
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Today at school I was suppppppper tired in 5th period and like always I had no clue what was going on. I hate that class so much! It's English and my teacher teaches like a foreign dude. Seriously he teaches so weird like makes up his own stuff to teach and its all complicated and stupid. I feel like I am in a foreign country trying to learn a whole new language. Even to just grade papers (yes we have to grade our own papers) we have to add up the words, multiply it by .25 then multiply that number by .75 to get the pecentage of our fucking papers. WTF is that bullshit?!?! I seriously am like sooo mad I hate him soo much. I don't get anything going on in the class cuz that is how complicated he makes everything. So today I was just doodling and laying down while he was teaching some weird stupid way of grading our tests something about 1.5 multiplied by 6 added to the orignal score of BLABLABLA and I was just like fuck it this guy is WHACKO. The sad thing is my cuzin and him are like best friends and she says she teaches JUST like him. UGH. so lame. So while we were grading papers we were also supposed to be taking "cornell notes" and I of course didnt know wtf those were and everyone was like taking out papers and folding them and drawing all these lines and I was just like alrite fuck it i wont do that either. So Mr. Jeffrey comes up to me and is like Natalie you need to be taking notes. And I just gave him this look like WTF i dont fucking know how u never taught me cuz i wasnt here the first week. Finally the bell rings and he is like "next time take more notes" and I was just soo frustrated thinking about that whole stupid class and how he expects me to know everything magically even tho i was never taught it and I walk in to my 6th period which is when I aide for my cuzin and right away she was like "whats wrong" and then I just couldnt help it I just started crying and was like I HATE MY ENGLISH CLASS. Its like i felt like i had to act like i liked his class cuz him and her are best friends. But I couldnt ne more i seriously HATE it. So we start talking and everything and she goes over to his class which is right next door to hers of course...and talks to him and he was like "i think shes just mad cuz i told her to take notes cuz she was daydreaming" and she comes back and tells me that and im just like UGH no thats just it..im sitting there not doing ne thing cuz I DONT KNOW HOW. so she was like wel it is ur responsibility to go ask if u dont know something. and im just like thinking oh am i going to get up in the middle of class and ask wtf hes doing while hes teaching. Well if you know me-once i start crying-its hard for me to stop. So I kept like thinking of all these things like me failing english and not having enough credits to graduate and trying to learn shakespeare and not understanding it and getting even more frustrated and there i was sitting in front of all her class just like crying like an idiot. After school I was talking to her again and UGH stupid mr jeffrey walks in and starts talking to me and everything and Im just crying there cuz of a stupid grade. He probably thinks im some emotional loser but seriously I couldnt help it I tried. Thats just how i show my frustration I know some people like throw shit around or hit walls but me I cry. So finally he got me to calm down and just told me I'd get caught up and stuff and I was like well I dont understand shakespeare and stuff Im just going to keep failing this is too hard I HATE the way you teach. And he was like well im sorry. and my cuzin was like "all english teachers teach that way here that is why we are the best" and i was just thinking Yea rite "the best" more like the worst. wow they teach "unique" ugh its like HELLO not all students are auditory learners some LIKE ME learn better reading the book and doing book work. And there like "no thats for lazy teachers" um who are u calling lazy? u frikin make US grade our own papers n tests. . . FUCK senior english at los osos


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