Questionable stories about life (anything and everything,no one is safe)

Substitutes

Okay this one will be a bit shorter.

I promise this book will not only be me telling questionable stories about my life, I'll mention other things too.

So this will be two-in-one for you guys, lets start with story one.

My Math teacher was out, so we had a substitute. The substitute had a kid who was in like kindergarten, and she was going to be with us the next two days. My teacher left work for us, but she wouldn't let us have it all at once, we had to finish one worksheet, then onto the next.

Since I'm lazy, I walked up to her desk and asked if I could have all the sheets at once. She tells me no, and that I need to go bak to my desk. I oblige and quickly zoom through my worksheet, going back to get the next sheet of paper. When she sees me coming, BEFORE I EVEN HAVE THE CHANCE TO SPEAK, she yells at me really loudly that she told me I couldn't have all the work at once.

I patiently explained to her that I was coming back for the second worksheet, but she didn't believe me and asked to see the worksheet I was holding. I give it to her, and she carefully examines it. After realizing that I, am in fact right, and SHE, is WRONG, this lady gives me the paper and glares at me saying I need to follow instructions.

TF?

Finally, it's time for lunch and everyone's linging up to get food. We all line up to go to the cafeteria.

I had brought food that needed to be heated up, so I was making my way over to the microwave when I hear my substitue teacher talking to another teacher. She talks about me, MENTIONING ME BY NAME. 

Since I'm nosy asl I listen in on the cnoversations. 

I hear her say," That's the problem with these mexicans, they need to go back to where they came from."

I WAS SO PISSED.

Even though I;m not mexican, it was not okay for her to say that.

Isn't that right Ms. Nelson?