So my one teacher.
Hates me.
I don’t know why.
I don’t really care.
Whatever, the semester’s almost over, right?
But, the problem is, she tells my other teachers bad stuff about me.
How RUDE I am apparently being in her class.
The worst part is- I didn’t even do it.
So, here comes the story.
I know you wanna hear it.
First off, I’m going to call her Mrs.S
(I was thinking Mrs. Liar-liar-pants-on-fire, or Mrs.Meanie-Head-to-Jocelyn, or maybe Mrs.Trying-to-make-everyone-hate-the-short-kid, but then I just decided to keep it short.)
So, anyways.
One day I was sitting in Mrs.S’s class. I was done all my work. Everyone else was talking. Everyone else was not done their work. I pulled out my novel for english class and began reading.
At one point I looked up and Mrs.S was just looking at me, and everyone was talking. I like Mrs.S okay. I think she’s funny. I just smiled, then continued to quietly read.
The she marches up to me and was all, “Well Jocelyn, I am trying to teach here, do you mind?! You know, I find it very rude that you are reading during class. It’s disrespectful.” She said it loud enough for the whole class to hear. I was just like “Oh, okay.” But really I was thinking ‘What?! Everyone was disruptively talking, and if she was trying to teach I wouldn’t have been able to hear anyways.’ Then she took away my book.
She.
Took.
Away.
My.
Book.
I was dumbstruck. She is normally really nice and funny and doesn’t care. Where did that come from.
Like, the next day, one of my other teachers was like “Jocelyn, Mrs.S said that you were reading in her class, and that she finds it really rude.” I just sat there. I was kind of angry. Why would she go tell other teachers? Especially when it’s not TRUE? I’m pretty sure I wasn’t reading when she was talking. And does she go tell other people’s teachers when they talk in class? Um, NO.
Then, later then that week, my dad goes, “Jocelyn, you shouldn’t be reading in class.” (He’s a teacher, so he knows all my teachers. Great, right?) And I couldn’t believe she would tell my dad that. Especially since it was a LIE. So I told him the whole story. Just like I’m telling you.
That was all awhile ago.
Last week.
My math teacher randomly came up to me and was like “Jocelyn, one of your teachers says you were writing in class, and she finds it very rude.” I was like “Oh.” Then he walked away.
Then my brain realized.
I only have two famale teachers, and the other one MAKES us write when she’s talking. Also, she would tell me if she had a problem with me, not the entire staff.
Obviously it was Mrs.S.
I was like ‘What was she frigging talking about!?’ Like, I know I was doing math in her class the other day for review (I had a test the next period) but I asked her first and she was all “Yeah, hun, that’s fine. You can do math if you need to.” So really I have no clue.
It makes me so angry because if she’s pissed at me, maybe she should tell ME. Not a huge speech in front of the whole class, but like “Jocelyn, stop reading now.” Or whatever. I would stop. I am not a rude person. I would not be intentionally rude to a teacher. Especially without reason.
I hate it how she goes and tells my other teachers and my DAD. HONESTLY. What, does she think she’s like 13? Frigging gossip girl.
I am so pissed at her.
She HATES me. Holy crap. Like, lady what did I ever do to you?
Then she tries to pull my other teachers to the dark side. Make them hate me too.
Hahaha. Can’t wait ‘til she tries my English teacher. He loves me. I am so mean to him. I sleep in his class, I read in his class, I talk in his class, I’m late a couple times a week AND I make fun of him and annoy him FOR FUN. Oh, and I fly paper airplanes to people. And he loves me. Just you wait Mrs.S. I’d like to SEE YOU TRY. HAHAahahahahHAHA.
That’s right.
