I stood eagerly behind the school doors, anxiously waiting to be free. i had been trapped in that pathetic smirk of a school for like an entire day! But there's a reason why i chose to show up to that freak show 5 times a week, it was because there was a dirty secret hiding beneath that school that i wanted to get a hold of as quickly as possible. You'd be surprised how many teachers hate their students, the one who hated me the most was Dr Poopitte, the counselor. For years all the students made fun of his stupid name but i was the one to do what no child in that hell hole dared to do... something bad.
i'm not talking small little practical jokes like the thumb tack on the chair or the old prank call, no, those are nothing compared to what i did. and besides the kids in that school played those pranks every day. Teachers were lucky if they didn't walk out with a "kick me" sign taped to their backs. I know it sounds awful but, hey, they knew what they were getting into when they agreed to teach at Abrahdale Elementary.
Every new Mr or Ms thinks they know how to handle us, but what they didn't know is that we were the experts. We've seen every kind of teacher known to man, the enthusiast (the kind who is always trying to encourage learning even though all the students are thinking about is the right way to T.P your house), the yeller ( the guy who thinks the more you shout at them the more they'll show up to class while 3 of your students are outside in the parking lot filling your car with mustard). I'm not gonna name them all 'cause i sense your getting bored reading it and i'm getting bored writing it so i'll name them all later...
