I just got out of school early for x mas break because I'm super smart and I finished all my midterms really fast (except math. fail.) This promises to be a rather long journal because i so rarly update them. Let me start with my french teacher, Mrs Debera Armstrong. I hate this woman in a way that I've never hated anyone in my life. Take test days, for example. She feels the need to lecture us more than she feels the need to be quiet while we're taking the test. She seems to think we're all either babies or complete hoodlums.
Also she follows, to the T, every. single. rule. ever. made. The rule about classrooms having to have open blinds? yep. I once saw her just take a box of candy a kid was selling (we're not aloud to enterprise for anyone but the school(money grubbing bastards)) she just took it! I can't tell you how many times she's sent me to the office for dress code. I mean, we need a better system than that. One that maybe focuses on the education? Think we could do that? I think Freedom Writers has it right: they don't care about teaching us, just diciplining us until we're old enough to drop out.
It's my honest opinion that Ms Armstrong wishes she could retire (she's way past due) but she know's how bored she'll be so she takes it out on the poor, unsuspecting students. I had a real interest in french before comeing to her class. But she doesn't teach french, she teaches french grammar (you know, masculan/feminine and singular/plural?) squidamster64 has her class, she know's what I'm talking about.
I genuanly want vengence on this woman. I want to make her cry. I had plans to print out every refural she's ever writen and litter her room with them(cuz there'd be enough to reach the desks, trust me) that way she could see what she's really been doing instead of teaching, but i don't know anybody high tech enough to do that, so now im just settling with hiding a phone in the roof. you know, the kind with the removable tiles? and ill call the phone for several days every five minutes. thank you for listening to my rant.