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82. Banter/ It's my Math teacher.

BUT HEY, NEW RANT AFTER THIS ONE.

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t's my maths teacher.

I despise her, loath the ground she walks on, squint my eyes at every breath she takes and contemplate why isn't she dead yet...can she possibly destroy any more lives than she has had already in the past 20 YEARS of teaching?

She looks at me like I have asked her for both her kidneys.

Taunts me like it's good deed assigned to mankind by God Himself.

Talks to me like I am a worthless piece of shit who, if can't understand hyped up calculations like mensurations and interrior angles and shit, doesn't know the table of two. She has literally, on every exam sheet of mine, has written in bold on the front page of the exam sheet:--

LEARN TABLES FROM 2-12. UNDERSTAND BASIC ADDITION AND SUBTRACTION AND MENTAL MATH. FOLLOW ALL CALCULATIONS.

OKAAY.

so maybe I am not the brightest in Math but that surely doesn't mean you do such bastardous stuff. (is that even a word? Addy shutup.)

I.suck.at.math.period.

I get confused so easily in basic math problems that I literally have to question my existence every two seconds while dealing with a math equation. I can go from a 100 to 75 to 60 in no time, all because, I'll say, That I lack confidence when it comes to math. I'll solve an equation, tell you the answer, but even if my answer is correct I start doubting myself and i fucking hate that about me.

'Oh, i solved a maths equation, this must be a trick of my mind -- this can't be that easy.' -- I'm sure we've all been there, done that, too.

Coming back to the banter at hand, my fucking math whore of a teacher, pardon me when i insult my teacher but oh god nooooo, don't tell me to stop because she has a group of students, 'the teachers' pet group' more particularly, who she favours since we all opened our eyes in this very classroom for the first time.

"Oh Bethy you are a lovely girl, don't worry about the homework. I get it; you lost track of time, get it done by tomorrow, oh and how's your mom? Hope all is happy and merr--"
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My math teacher to Bethy who happens to be a teacher's daughter and the monitor of our trash of a class.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FORGOT TO DO YOUR 636 PAGED ESSAY IN A DAY? NOBODY DOES THAT, YOU ARE AN EXCUSE OF A HUMAN BEING, YOU ARE COMING TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE RIGHT NOW."
-My math teacher to Alana who sits at back of the class, hollers from time to time, socializes a lot and is.not.fake like Bethy.

U N A C C E P T A B L E

Coming back to Addy, well, she hates me. #sadlyf

STORY TIME.

I once did a question of Indices and standard form by an easy and much less complicated way than what she, my horrid, Hag of a teacher was telling me. I thought she'd be happy that her student had tried to solve the question from a different approach than from what was done in the fucking past papers.

BUT NOOOOO.

she tells me to stand up, asks me who is teaching me at home and why tf am I wasting me parents' money??

With all due respect madam, a) i am anything but wasting it, CIEs are no jokes and getting an A in the exam is not a fucking joke either. b) well, it's my dad's money -- who tf do you think you are to say that

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^suicidal jajaja

Done with life, kill me but delete my browsing history and kill my math teacher too