seventh grade

mr betancur

So, another Spanish teacher update:

My Spanish teacher is, interesting...

There was some kind of candy on the floor, the kind that has caramel inside of it.

It was all smushed around my desk, and it was very slick and sticky.

It was time for Mr betancur to check our work.

The twat slipped on the candy, almost fell, AND GRABBED MY FLUFFING SHOULDER

Ohhh, but then, but then, he tried to YELL AT ME FOR PUTTING THE FLUFFING CANDY THERE

I told the twat uh no, and tried to kill Paul with my eyes, he found the situation HILARIOUS.

Another example of Mr betancur's specialness:

We were doing textbook work, and Mary leslee dropped her textbook, making a loud sound.

Now, already this situation was funny, and the whole class looked at her.

She proceeded to pick up the book, but picked it up by the pages.

The pages ripped out of the book, leaving the cover and then a fat stack of all the papers that WERE in the book.

Now, the book made a LOUD ripping sound, and the class lost it COMPLETLY.

BUT Mr betancur's face remained stone sober.

We all looked at him, wondering what was wrong

He walked over to Mary leslee

He took the two parts of the book, and looked her in the eyes,

You have to pay for book,

Mary leslee stared daggers at the man, and said,

No,
I won't pay for it, this thing was already ripped, and plus it can be hot glued back together.

Now, Mr betancur gave Mary leslee the pieces back, and went to his drawer.

He pulled out glue

ELMERS SCHOOL GLUE

At that point in time, I lost it.  I laughed so hard, most of the class stared at me. Paul started laughing too, because my laugh is hilarious if you are ever privileged enough to hear my real laugh. It's mostly very fast "ha"s with hiccups and me crying tears of laughter. If I try to talk, my voice gets cut up in-between giggles and hiccups.

So after I calmed down, most people had laughed at my laugh. I knew if I so much as opened my eyes I would laugh again, but I managed to contain my self.

UNTIL

Mr betancur taught us the fruits.
He explained that oranges are either narangas or chinas

He told us to call them narangas because China makes him think of a little chinese girl.

And Eric being Eric said how he drinks China girl juice every morning.

And then people, under their breath, called Mr betancur racist.

But me, nooo, I did neither, I laughed my stupid hiccup laugh, and felt everyone stare at me.

I was laughing so hard, I sneezed.

Now, if u have seen me in the summer time, I sneeze all the time bc of flowers and junk, but my sneezes are the most obnoxious thing, they are SUPER LOUD and always wet. I spit in my arm and release nose juice into my arm as well.

But I had to play it cool to redeem myself from my hiccup laugh, so I asked to go to the bathroom, and ran down the hallway with a wet arm.

Speaking of going to the bathroom, ever wonder why that white thing isn't on the chalk board any more?

Well, my friend Ramini​ had to go potty, so she got her agenda​ ready to sign to go to the bathroom

Mr betancur wanted her to ask in Spanish, so he attempted to push the white thing g aside to see the poster that had the phrase he needed on it.

THE FLUFFIN THING FELL ON HIM, AND HE ACCUSED RAMINI OF BEING A MAGIC.

I didn't witness the last one, just told about it at lunch

The rest are true stories I have witnessed, and suffered through.