Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Sure, Call ME Out.
I'm taking a summer school class, not because I failed, but because I'm trying to get ahead. I slept the first week maybe once or twice and I was called out by the teacher about it. He threatened to kick me out of class, fail me, and lower my grade. He didn't do any of those things so they were just empty threats, that I'm fine with because he can't do any of those things just because I fall asleep. What enraged me today though was that for the fourth day in a row, the same three people have fallen asleep. They weren't even being discreet about it, laying their head on the desk, eyes closed, mouth open, almost snoring. The teacher didn't do anything about it. So Mr. Douchebag, go ahead and call me out for falling asleep once or twice but if you do, you had better get the regular sleepers in your class too.
Let Me Finish
I hate it when someone interrupts me while I'm talking. I sit and listen to you complain on and on about your day the least you can do is sit there and return the favor. When I'm telling a story and trying to prove my point, don't cut in and complain about how I'm acting, the story isn't over yet so shut up and keep listening. When you refuse to listen while I'm trying to explain it and you just keep on attacking me, I'm just going to stop.
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