Cruel Life #10

We are blamed for things that we never do. I have a feeling that our current neighbors do not like us. I just want piece and quiet. They make so much noise, and then complain to us when we have any type of noise. I am tired of so much complain. I am moving out.
C: How bad is it?
Me: Like, Move out of the house as soon as possible bad.
C: Well just hope you have a better home.
Me: The only problem is that we pay way more than we used to.
C: Dude good luck. It better be worth it in that case.
Me: It Better...

I did not like my fifth period teacher. It must have been because it was English. I really did not like English. If anything, It was my worse subject. I had the meanest teacher ever. She was like some sort of witch. Everyone hated her. Everyone! I was simply slightly scared of her because she was constantly bipolar. Most students had problems with her, but I never really did. I was a good boy. At least I Thought I Was. I often felt like her best student. It was probably because I never really gave her trouble, but I was scared as hell of her. It was probably because she would yell at other students simply for not ding their homework, or forgetting a book. It was hell for most of my classmates and I.


Seventh Grade English

The most difficult thing I probably had to do in that class was probably a research project that was pretty difficult. It was about a current incident. We had to interview actual people and get facts from them. I simply did it On the Northridge Earthquake back in 1994. Lucky for me, I ended with one of the best grades out of the class. I got extra credit because I drew a poster about it too. Most students had pictures printed out instead. I did not have a printer. I am Mexican! Just kidding, but i still remember that class as it haunts me along with English. After the year was over, I did not want to see that teacher ever again in my life because it would bring me back torturous memories. She was not so bad. Sometimes, she tried to make English a fun class by making us play at Freerice.com. Yay. Anyway, She made up some song for the being verbs. She based it on the song, "California Girls" by Katy Perry, and Snoop Dogg. It was awkward to sing it, but I give her props for trying to make it "fun" We worked most of time anyway. The only times we did not really had to work was the last days of school. She let us do what ever the hell we wanted, and we had a blast as a class. It was a depressing class the whole year because we had to get there early, and work, work, work. She gave us candy. I think she loved teaching because she at least tried to blend in with the seventh graders. She did not like seventh graders. They gave her hell every year. May be that is the reason why she went mad sometimes. It was okay I guess. She was strict, but we had our fun. The next class gave us more fun though. It was crazy too. It started at the beginning of the year...

In Memory of - Mrs. Spencer