it's an ungodly hour in the morning and i'm dead beat. can't hit the sack since i have to attend obligatory mass in an hour and a half. so what do i do? i come online and read mad rantings by fellow bloggers. a spark! and i am inspired to bitch about this nasty teacher i've been wanting to rave about since april. i believe i'm not alone. most people probably want to have absolutely nothing to do with her, especially after grad. what with all the yelling and ... you catch my drift. be warned though, foul language ahead. if you don't take too well to it, there's always the "back" button you can hit.so anyway.this teacher right, let's call her penelope (she looks like one anyhow), has the most annoying face. but let's not go into that because i realise i have an annoying face too. i had the misfortune to have had her as a house teacher, which meant that i had to seek her consent before acting. HOLD IT. i forgot. i didn't have to after all, because SHE WAS NOT THE TEACHER-IN-BLOODY-CHARGE OF CHEERLEADING. panlaoshi was. and she was not the treasurer either. wtf. ooh, just the thought of her makes me hopping mad. right, right. on with the entry. she gave me grief for every thing. when i asked if the cheer costumes could be black so we could look the theme (it was africa. you understand), she told us to take brown instead."look, ma! here come the safari men!"
what the bloody fuck. who fucking has cheer costumes in fucking brown? my god. she has a sad sodding life if she can't even imagine the horror (not to mention fear) we'll instill in others at the meer sight of our outfits. i don't remember how i got out of this one (maybe i just went ahead and did them in black, haha) but i do remember i got so fucken sick of her face that i tried shoving all responsibility to dear, placid anthea (hey, she's the vice-cap. i'm not about to suffer alone) who has more tolerance then i will ever have. phyl was such a darling too, going with me to the staff room everytime some hiccup (read: penelope) arose. the bugger.
but what got me really, REALLY annoyed was the chocolates.
so we had to raise funds and we did through selling chocolates sponsored by the cocoa trees (yay, cocoa trees!) that created a lot of problems. the major one was this. there was a discrepancy of 12 dollars. and our penelope here had the cheek to accuse me (ME!!!) for it. oh my... #$!*$*#^!
I DON'T NEED TO STEAL TWELVE FUCKING DOLLARS. I HAVE MORE MONEY THAN YOU WILL EVER HAVE IN YOUR MISERABLE EXISTENCE, YOU DUMB FUCK. I COULD EASILY AFFORD TO GIVE TWICE YOUR PENSION TO CHARITY.
and besides, i'm not a thief.
what a moron.
...oh, the nerve! i am traumatised.
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