Rants And Other Randomness

Story Time

I'm going to tell a story, because I feel like it. This actually happened to me.

When I was a fourth grader, I stayed up until about eleven one night because I had about five pages of homework and waaay too many chores. Plus I just flat out couldn't sleep.

I go to bed, wake up, and go to school, like usual, and sit down at my desk.

My teacher had us silent read a book of our choosing at the beginning of class, so I try to take out my favorite book, but it's not there.

I get this super boring book from the class library, and note boring stuff usually puts me to sleep.

Mix that in with staying up until eleven, and it's a natural disaster.

(I'm not even sorry about that pun.)

When I almost finished reading the book, I pass out cold, and don't even know. I wake up to my teacher, holding her phone up, and I see myself, asleep on the desk.

She had taken a picture of me, and sent it to my mom.

And for the rest of the school year, everyone, including the teacher, called me.......

Sleeping beauty.

Fourth grade was a nightmare, and Miss Anderson, I will never forgive you. I had two good memories from when I was in fourth grade, and that was it.

I'm not the kind of person who would usually say this type of thing, but I hope she got fired because she was that mean.