Teachers are so fucking annoying.
So I was in my band lesson today and I was already kind of pissed because I had to miss snack and my teacher gives me my band report card.
It was fine, but there were three things I needed to work on.
1) filling out my practice chart
2) handing in my practice chart
3) showing her my practice chart
I get it, okay? I need to show that I practice. Thing is, I don't. I don't want to play trumpet in high school, okay? Singing is my thing at this point.
So later in the lesson we were going over this song we had been practicing with the whole band this morning and I'm like "this one part always seems to go really really fast because of the drums" and so she's just like "yeah, ____ the drummer is good at certain things, but following my tempo is not one of them. Though I don't think you can talk, since you have things you aren't very good at, either".
It was obvious that she was talking about my practice chart.
So then the other people in my lesson (all of whom I consider my friends) just started going "oooooooooh" like I got burned and I kept yelling at them to shut up, especially since they had been agreeing with what I was saying.
We were in the middle of playing the song when I started randomly tearing up.
I mean, come on! You don't just call a student out on the fact that they never bring something in. Band isn't even a class at my school, I could drop out of it before the end of the year and she would lose one of her best trumpet players (I'm not being conceited, it's honestly true). I don't have to put up with her. But I'm going to just because I want to get a stupid award at the end of the year for staying through 8th grade.
Then I went to Mrs. D's class.
In we go, and she says "okay, so I think your drafts will be due on Thursday"
And we're like "what? the paper is due Friday!"
And guess what she says.
"Oh, I'm making them due after break."
BITCH
YOU ALREADY CHANGED THE FUCKING DUE DATE ONCE
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING
I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU'RE A PERSON WITH A FAMILY AND THAT YOU DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO GRADE OUR PAPERS OVER BREAK BUT FUCKING COME ON
I JUST
*punches wall*
I can't fucking stand her at this point. Not to mention we spent almost an entire period with her before that talking about how we have nothing to worry about with high school and that we'll all be fine when last week she spent the entire week yelling at us about how unprepared we are for high school
MAKE UP YOUR MIND WOMAN
I'm just so done with her, I swear.
-Cat
