My gaze broke from my phone and to the teacher who was evidently talking but now yelling at me because she thought I was purposely ignoring her, which she explained somewhere in a huge speech on managing my time better and how I'd spend the rest of the semester at home and blablabla. Who the hell cares what she's saying but I'm hoping this next photography project for PI day requires us to work in groups. I moved my foot from the door and took my seat as the teacher continued yelling and the classroom door shut behind me. Sooner or later the teacher stopped yelling and announced that the PI day project was to be done over the weekend and and turned in Monday morning and that we had the choice of working alone or not.
That's just wonderful news. I hope the next thing that comes out of her mouth is that she's selling weed. I've never tried in my life but in between my dad being, well, himself and school which is also shit on acid, I'm ready to go jump off of a freeking bridge.
SMACK
The teacher is once again in front of me, bitching, yet again. If only I could mute her..like when your sibling wakes up in the middle of the night and you mute the porn that's screening live on your wonderful device that Jesus has so graciously provided for you in case the volume isn't low enough. That would be very very classy.. And hilarious I guess. But obviously not as hot as bitching. I rolled my eyes.
Man, I wonder if the guys that ever check her out think her bitching is hot or how wide she opens her mouth. Obviously because of how wide she can open her mouth because she's forty-five and alone. In her mind she might be telling herself that it's just five years over thirty but it's also five years short from fifty. And she must be dying for a relationship or a chance at anything so the blow jobs must be phenomenal. Not to mention she's the absolute worst teacher. Three months into this damn class and the only thing we've been doing is watching videos of how cameras are made and the effects of each lense.
"If you're going to CONtinue to be disobedient and neglect your duty to acquire all of the knowledge you can and NOT participate why don't you listen from outside of the classroom and spend the rest of the semester of college at home."
She took it upon herself to believe that I wanted to hear more. How long had it been since I had walked my way into this hell hole? I looked around the class and noticed everyone was staring at me, then, I returned the most inviting, warm, and gentle grim smile ever seen to the best teacher until I was sure she'd shut up but that day unfortunately never came to pass until maybe after I grabbed all of my things and left.
