One person never really knows how to deal with a mean teacher.
On one hand, you want to spit on their face, but the other, you sort of want to see them squirm when you don't react. Or if you react nicely.
Tonight I was at a Mexican restaurant, and I saw one of my most hated teachers ever. I mean, ever.
Let's start out by saying she's pretty young.
And pretty worthless.
I'm not sure if she really understood her job as a teacher at times. She wouldn't even talk to me, and communicate what she needed to. Don't you just hate people that look down on you? Just for being either younger, or not as smart as you?
She was just out of college, so I wasn't THAT much younger than her, and I'd like to think I was agreeable to work with, but she just made it seem like I was wasting her time just by asking her a question. That's what teachers are for, lady.
And you could spot her a mile away from her bleach blond hair, and trendy clothes. Now, I don't usually like/understand people like that, but that doesn't mean I don't try to be NICE to them. But honey, you look down on me, you're going to the bottom of my people list.
Reaaaal fast.
Anyhoo, I didn't realize it was her at first when she walked into the restaurant with a whole bunch of elementary school teachers that looked exactly like her. (Did the elementary schools turn to crap after I left?) But once she sat down and I saw her face, my nose immediately wrinkled, and I shot her a glare that would make my dog poop herself.
What made it even funnier is that she noticed me glaring at her, but she made a face like she didn't know me.
And THAT'S a whole new story. Besides being the main science teacher, she was my homeroom teacher. (I'm in advanced science, so I never saw her except for in home room, which I was pretty thankful for.)
The WHOLE year, she had no idea who I was. She'd look at my face, and just draw a blank. Even though she read roll call every single morning. And saw my face every single morning.
And she STILL had no idea what my name was, or that I was even in her class.
I hope that glare got her wondering who I was.
And it exploded her tiny. Worthless. Brain.
And yes, I am very bitter again tonight.
Blogs are for bitching, lay off.
On one hand, you want to spit on their face, but the other, you sort of want to see them squirm when you don't react. Or if you react nicely.
Tonight I was at a Mexican restaurant, and I saw one of my most hated teachers ever. I mean, ever.
Let's start out by saying she's pretty young.
And pretty worthless.
I'm not sure if she really understood her job as a teacher at times. She wouldn't even talk to me, and communicate what she needed to. Don't you just hate people that look down on you? Just for being either younger, or not as smart as you?
She was just out of college, so I wasn't THAT much younger than her, and I'd like to think I was agreeable to work with, but she just made it seem like I was wasting her time just by asking her a question. That's what teachers are for, lady.
And you could spot her a mile away from her bleach blond hair, and trendy clothes. Now, I don't usually like/understand people like that, but that doesn't mean I don't try to be NICE to them. But honey, you look down on me, you're going to the bottom of my people list.
Reaaaal fast.
Anyhoo, I didn't realize it was her at first when she walked into the restaurant with a whole bunch of elementary school teachers that looked exactly like her. (Did the elementary schools turn to crap after I left?) But once she sat down and I saw her face, my nose immediately wrinkled, and I shot her a glare that would make my dog poop herself.
What made it even funnier is that she noticed me glaring at her, but she made a face like she didn't know me.
And THAT'S a whole new story. Besides being the main science teacher, she was my homeroom teacher. (I'm in advanced science, so I never saw her except for in home room, which I was pretty thankful for.)
The WHOLE year, she had no idea who I was. She'd look at my face, and just draw a blank. Even though she read roll call every single morning. And saw my face every single morning.
And she STILL had no idea what my name was, or that I was even in her class.
I hope that glare got her wondering who I was.
And it exploded her tiny. Worthless. Brain.
And yes, I am very bitter again tonight.
Blogs are for bitching, lay off.
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