I HATE PEOPLE.
Especially my teacher.
"Harper, what sound do you think cows make?"
Now you understand my agony. I shriek and try to cover my ears. I end up whacking my nose with my left hand and almost poking my eye out with my right hand.
Why do you think she would ask that when we've been asked that since first grade? I don't know, maybe because she didn't read the "suggestions" that the old teacher wrote down as files on the computer.
I don't understand why the teachers stereotype us and figure that we are all as retarded as we look.
Well, they're wrong. They're wrong about everything. They're just wrong. That's that.
Anyways, today we're relearning for what sounds the animals make for hmm, let's see, the sixth time this week. I think the teachers fear that if they teach us legit material, then they won't have a purpose, so they dumb down the lessons to kindergarten level.
It gets old sometimes. Wait no, it already is way too old.
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Deafening Silence
RandomHarper has endured too much in her life. Being only ten years old, she is deaf, mute, and is in a wheelchair for life.
