This is a diary entry about a girl named Evelyn Smith. Right now she is moving to a new school to start her year 8 life. Her old school Grumpy high, is a very wealthy school, so her mother cannot afford for her to go there. She is a very mischievous...
The photo above is Mr Jones. You'll see who he is later on. He teaches at Evelyn's current school
Dear Diary,
I cannot believe it! As much as it pains me to say it. I wish this was not end of term 1, because I would have to move to Grumpy High. All that was going on in my mind was retrieving that enrolment slip and tearing it into pieces. I would hate to spend a whole two weeks thinking of that dreaded, horrible, non-bullyproof place. I had to do something, but instead I'm stuck in English class, the worst subject f them all with the worst teacher ever.
"Evelyn, could you please repeat what I just said to the class?" questioned Mr Jones.
I knew Mr Jones noticed that I wasn't paying any attention to his rant about Shakespeare, I mean what century are we living in?! 1867!
"Ummm.....well....you said, that we were going to have an English test on Shakespeare! Yes that's right." I replied.
"That's not even close to what I said, but great idea. Thank you Miss Smith," responded snobby Mr Jones.
"Arrrrg!" exclaimed the rest of the class.
"Okay class, I would like to thank Miss Smith for the excellent idea for a test on Shakespeare, we will have the test after lunch. Now I can see how many of you pay attention during my Shakespeare rant." said Mr Fancy Pants. A.K.A Mr Jones
I guess that was pointed at me. Why did I mention a test. Why am I soo dumb. Now I'll have to spend the rest of my lunchtime studying about Shakespeare.
*Facepalm*
"Oh and anyone who doesn't get over 50% will have to spend their two weeks holidays with me, and all you will be learning about is Shakespeare." replied Mr Jones
Now I can hardly think of what's worse. Spending my two weeks holidays on Shakespeare, or getting sent back to Grumpy High.
2 hours later
I have finally decided. I would rather spend my two week holidays with "Shakespeare" than going back to that treacherous school. I just cannot believe that I'm doing this because both ideas are horrible. But if my mum finds out that my current school does these kind of things that Grumpy High does, but at a lower price, I wouldn't have to go to Grumpy High at all. There is also another plus side to my decision. If I pass the test and my mum knows about these extra-curricular activities, would actually have a real two week holiday.
The teachers over at Grumpy High are a little bit better. Not a lot though.
Below is a photo of one of the teachers at Grumpy high.
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If I could choose between the two teachers, I would be thinking for all of eternity.
Anyways, getting off track. Here are some ways to pass the test:
1. Cheat - Get the answer sheet
2. Actually study Shakespeare
3. Get a sick note, that I broke my hand that I write in so I cannot do the test
4. Actually attempt to break my arm!!!!!!!!
I took a few times to think between what I was going to go with, but I finally concluded with an answer. I was going to do number 3 and 4 because they are actually kind of the same thing. After trying to spend all lunchtime falling off stairs and crashing into poles, I got no result of broken bones. Just bruised legs and arms. I kinda wished that the bruises were broken bones.
Ding, Ding, Ding
That was the school bell. It was time to do the Shakespeare test. The worst part is that I didn't study at all!
One eternity later...
Finally I finished the test. If I didn't get 50% I will be sent to torture, well I guess that is kinda better that going back to misery. But not for a million miles. If it makes sense. Oh well, I guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow to decide my fate.
Once I got home I told my mum the news. She said that is was great for teachers to have commitment in particular students that struggle more than others.
"So does that mean you are going to decline the enrolment at Grumpy High?" I questioned, curiously.
"Yes!!" replied mother.
I was full of delight and joy. All that was left is to find out what my holidays are going to become of.
