Charlotte, North Carolina
Kianna Price
Wednesday, October 17th
9:25 am"Just another day in this boring ass class."
I mumbled to myself as I took my AP History notes, I honestly rather be in English than this bullshit.My teacher, Mr. David was a boring middle-aged white guy, who always wanted people to engage in class. Which I didn't have a problem of doing, it's just when nobody speaks up he always assume I know the questions.
"Class, LISTEN, What did the excerpt say about why Europeans used the lifestyle of American Indian tribes to justify?"
Pure silence.
I'm really sick of this dumb ass class and this dumb ass school. "Ms. Price?" Mr. David called out.
Here we go again, "Sir?"
"Can you answer the question please?"
"It's to expand into their native lands"
"Correct, thank you Ms. Price." I nodded in response.
"See class it's not that hard." He said continuing back to teaching.
I pulled my phone out to text da gang group chat.
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