the rants of life.

my english teacher.

Despite anything I have ever said, Nobody within my school, quite winds me up like my English teacher. Now, she is young enough to still be a student, so her attention span is much like mine. Weak. However, her attention span is long enough to completely avoid me throughout each lesson, especially if I haven't been in. (Which is often because I lose a lesson every other week because I'm elsewhere) and what really doesn't help the situation is She sat me and my friends at the back of the classroom, so we don't particularly do any work, because she doesn't come over to explain it, so obviously we catch up on the days antics because we don't see each other in the same room until lunch; which can get heated if something interesting pops up.

But, instead of going "oh girls, please try to pay attention" she goes "jessica. Stop distracting my A* students please, and focus on getting your c to where they are."

Um? Excuse you woman, do not grade shame me. I am a C because you do not teach and whenever I try to give you my work, you avoid marking it. Recently; she set us a piece of coursework that was going to be graded and put on our reports. The task was a stupid debate argument thing, on whatever we found interesting and thought we could argue for. So, naturally I stuck to something I'm always arguing with other people about. Kurt Cobain. Absolutely by far my idol, and I thought I would get a decent grade because my knowledge was pretty ace. So, I wrote my argument out on whether Kurt's death was murder or suicide, sent it in to be marked, only to be ridiculed in front of my friends and peers. She told me to change my idea. She didn't like how it was centered around kurt and Courtney. But yet, she let her favorite student center her argument around chuck Norris!? She crossed out the whole 3 pages, and said she only liked my opening sentences, but left her essay alone, because it was about "a legend". I can do what chuck Norris does, whilst I'm asleep!

Now, that essay took me until midnight to perfect, and she only liked the first sentence. You can probably imagine how bitter I was towards her for the next few days. I then re wrote my stupid thing to satisfy her about how "love can kill"  only mentioning kurt once, and quoting stupid sappy poems about love being an onion and how people get divorced, but to be honest: who the fuck cares? Clearly people don't care about you unless you fuck them every night.

I emailed it to her on my last day before half term for marking and got it back yesterday. She said she was now proud of it. Hm, not proud of me for putting up with her bullshit, and criticism, proud of the essay that she can submit to make herself look like a good teacher. Except there was one thing wrong with it. She removed my kurt cobain paragraph. The one paragraph she advised me to connect with the theme, and she removed it. My essay is now on a topic that I do not care about. My friends are all writing about their strange dislikes within society : apple products, adverts that are irrelevant, and girls who are orange. (Literally the topics of everyone. I have a weird class, just don't question it.) Then there's me. Sounding like my only future is sitting at home fearing being loved whilst my cats run freely, and reproduce.

Another thing this woman does to irritate me is she tries to make us lie for her. When we have a visitor in class, she goes off subject topic and makes us analyse Shakespeare, leaving us with no clue regarding what is going on, and then resulting in us telling the visitors that Shakespeare must have been a drug addict. These events often lead to her being told she cannot control us and that she has very limited chances remaining. Which she then uses as a threat to start removing us from her class and putting us in lower ability classes, just because we don't lick her butt.