Wednesday, May 28, 2008

grrowl...

So if you are reading this, I'm sure that you have already heard about 6th hour spanish class to some extent, right? Today was by far the worst of them all. It's an extremely long story, but here goes:
so we were all sitting down after the bell rings and Sr. Luna is at the front of the room holding up a partially crumpled up sheet of paper saying "Who did this? Whoever put this on my cart could at least have the guts to talk to me and tell me this in person" or something of the sort. At this point nobody (or at least nobody from what I could see) had any idea what he was talking about so he went and he called Ms. Pittman and then he bagan to read just the first part what was apparently a poem. It was pretty much just a jumble of swearwords and other non-sense. Ms. Pittman then came into the class and began to read the poem, and she began to ask who put it on Sr. Luna's desk. Silence (of course) so she then had everybody in the room write down who we thought did it on a piece of paper (Now this is just asking for trouble) and as you could probably guess people just wrote down whoever they thought was weird or dumb or didn't like or something, rather thanwho actually did it (if anybody DID do it on purpose.)
Then the class got a speech from Ms. Pittman about how horrible of a class we are because Sr. Luna is such a great teacher (I'm not saying he isn't) and that we could say such horrible and disrespectful things to him, or that we knew who did it and wasn't fessing up about it.
So anyways, after we all handed her a piece of paper with a name (or saying that we didn't know who did it) she left and we began an actual spanish class. But, throughout the class people were being called up to Bishop's office one by one, obviously people that had their names put down on a piece of paper. None of those people did it (or at least said they didn't) and so we got scolded once again by Mr. Bishop.
Now Bishop is gonna be in our spanish class every day for the rest of the year and the whole class isn't allowed to watch any movies or go outside or any thing fun. And for all we know, somebody could have turned it in by accident with their spanish assignment because they were using the poem for English. grr.
I am not happy.

Speaking of poems for English one of mine got lost so now I have to try and make a new one. damn it.

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