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I HAVEN'T DRAWN IN A WHILE BUT GUESS WHAT
YO HABLO ESPANOL
idk how my Spanish grammar is, I'm still learning. I'm using Duolingo. Spanish is next semester

so anyway, about school.
I'd like to quickly say that we only get 3 minutes to go to your locker and/or take a dump and sometimes our teacher holds us back from either someone being disruptive or the teacher has something "important" to say so that's pretty dumb
my teachers are pretty interesting.
first period is algebra. the teacher is a hottie (though my hormones make a lot of people hot) (heck being TMI, we're all pals here) and he lets us listen to music while working. also he likes tøp. shout out to my trash pals who listen to them, you're the dudes! (if you don't listen to them, I'm sure you're a cool dude anyway)
so next period is science (which is thankfully right next to algebra so we just have to go through a door to go to the class). science is... interesting. the teacher appears to be in his late thirties and he sounds like he wants to dump gas on himself and then smoke a cigarette right after to set his lungs and himself on fire rather than teach us. I missed a half a day (so I missed science) and the next day he literally just said to get a textbook and didn't explain any further. I asked for help but he didn't help very much. thankfully my advisor (who visits science and math (I'm not in math, I'm in algebra 1)) walked in an helped me as much as possible.
next period was social studies.
so, this class was also interesting. to start everything off, the teachers name is Mr. Persson. which is a pretty odd name. the next thing is he's bald (for some reason I always find bald people funny. like, he's Howie Mendel bald), and lastly his voice is so deep. like, take the person you know with the deepest voice, and replace him with Mr. Persson because he is now that persson. (see what I did there)
next period is English. now, just a quick note, every teacher except my English and advisory teacher is new.  so, this teacher, Mr. Davitt, HAT ED me last year. he wanted to take my soul and grate it with a cheese grater (jokes on you fat guy, I sold my soul) (he also calls himself fat guy). but I think he might like me this year. I was sad last year that he didn't like me because he had the funniest story. his stories about students, his daughter, himself, you name it, were lit as heck.
next we have lunch which is as fine as Mr. de Boer (algebra 1 teacher) (he has a french name wh)
next we have advisory which is cool but not as cool as Mr. de Boer's tattoos
and next is workshop. now, this class wouldn't be so lit if we had a teacher. we literally sit and there and either do nothing, do work, or do an activity (I brought my ukulele and played Migraine nonstop whoops). so this class is great like Mr. de Boer's hair
last period is the worst. even worse than the science teacher whose name I've forgotten already. it's career explorations with a teacher whose name I don't remember but I'll call her Ms. Boob. when she snaps, she freaking SNAPS. Ms. Boob goes to Ms. Tenderboobpainfrompmsing in the snap of a boob.
i was doodling while listening to her and then I zoned out for like 3 minutes. then I snapped my (neck) head up and was like "what happened"
so Ms. Boob told me to pay attention without telling me where we were, which I did, and I couldn't figure out what page we were on on the career website thing, so I asked her where we were and she snapped at me, yelling at me for not following along and stuff when she didn't tell me after I asked her what happened?
so Ms. Boob went to Ms. Tenderboobpainfrompmsing on day one and blah blah blah that happened this was mostly on Monday k I'm tired
buenos noches, adios amigos, yo soy una mujer, that was random, ily, bye