"Nigga, where the fuck is yo stache?"

-Deon Cole

American Literature:  This class is a complete shithole.  I can’t think of another way to describe it.  I really wish I was the other half of my grade, and had my English teacher from last year.  Oh how I miss her.  We have readings every night, and we have a quiz every day on the reading from the previous night.  This would be swell if the readings weren’t history theories.  We used to get readings like these in history just about once every other week last year.  And we would talk about them before displaying analyses on our own for a grade. These damn quizzes are hard.  He gives out 2 different ones to the class, and sometimes there’s an easy one and a hard one, but most of the time they are all hard.  It’s just very annoying.

The biggest shitful component of the class is the way my teacher teaches.  He has the most boring monotone voice you could ever ever ever imagine…you definitely have to get some naptime or something in before his class because you’ll just fall asleep otherwise.  Idk why he’s still at the school honestly…he clearly does not enjoy any of the 11^th grade classes, and we clearly don’t enjoy his class.  None of us, even the ones ahem not doing so shitty a majority of the time.  But I actually have a C now.  I just want to conquer this bitch.

Oh wanna know some funny things?  He expects us to take notes & look at him AND the board all at the same time.  I’m not exaggerating lol.  He really tells us that…we need to be looking up and down, at the board & him, all while we’re taking notes.  He is ridiculous.  He fuh-lips whenever we’re not taking notes.  This man told us to write down what a simile & a metaphor are.

-Autumn, are you joking?

Why no, blog, hell to the no I’m not.  He’s just that ridiculous.  But he does supply good conversation for me with Isaias, who I am re-becoming friends with.  (=  & Jokes with just about everyone else.

& Yes all I can think about is the poking, but not in the way you think.  )’: