THE SEAT CHANGE
So we're starting this worksheet and I am sitting in the back next to two really smart and really relaxing kids. This is a shocker because I'm in a class full of annoying freshmen who scream for no fucking reason. So we're sitting around doing our work, class is about to end, and as we're working hard we're also talking about whatever is in our minds. As this is happening my teacher (Mr. Satre) decides to start some shit that was highly unneeded.
Satre: Adams. Move over here. (next to his desk)
Now I wasn't going to fight, I got up and went over there and followed his orders. But what pissed me the fuck off is this next line:
Satre: You'll be sitting here for the rest of the year.
Me: What? Why? What did I do?
Satre: You're not doing any of your work.
Me: I was. When I was over there.
Satre: No you weren't.
Me: I wasn't?
Satre: No. I saw you grab your bag and just walk over here.
Me: Are you joking? I was doing my work.
Satre: I saw you. You were talking.
Me: Yes, I was talking. But I was talking and doing my work.
Satre: I'm not going to fight, because I know I'm right.
Me: Oh yeah because all teachers are right. Right?
Satre: No just in this situation I'm right.
Me: Right on. I'm going to buy you a camera so whenever you mess up again I can actually correct you.
Whatever it just seems like no matter where I go a teacher is going to hate me, and I'm going to fucking hate him. But what he should realize is that HE FUCKING STARTED IT. I'm sorry I'm such a rebel. But I don't play these fucking games with teachers. I tried to be Mr. Nice Guy, but fuck that guy.
Here's Justin, motherfuckers!
TA-TA BITCHES.
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