It started like a pretty normal day, my 'alarm clock' woke me up, AKA my mom. I opened my eyes and the first thought that run over my head was 'Gosh I hate high school. When is it going to end?'
There's nothing I hate the most than get up at 6:30 am, when my bed is so freakin' delicious. you know what I mean? I bet you do, but it wasn't until now, until the afternoon when the day went from normal to shitty. All thanks to my drama teacher.
You'll see, there's the kind of people that is annoying because they are pretty unhappy and all they want to do is screw everyone's life, and there's the other type of people that's annoying because that's just the way they are. Well my drama teacher is both things.
Try to stand that for just one afternoon.
It's not that I don't like her, sometimes she can be... well, nice, but that's only sometimes...and not very often. I know I shouldn't be complaining much though, because today she wasn't so bad to me, she even gave me some orange juice and all of that. And I also know deep inside, very deep inside, she cares about me, but it's her voice and the way she's always trying to stick out the boogers out of her nose that drives me nuts. And I'm not kidding.
How am I supposed to act if she's with her finger searching for the boogers. HELLO! I can't concentrate with her finger at her nose! Why can't she do it in a bathroom? why does she have to do it in front of me?!
It's diabolic! and completely not sanitary.
To make things worse I was so sick with the stupid flu and coughing the entire time that all I could think of was...Gosh I was i'd stayed in my bed. In my delicious bed.
Why? why does high school has to even exist?
Why does my drama teacher has to stick her boogers out of her nose in front of me? why? why?
Why can't I love and accept everybody like God does? why? why?
Maybe because God hasn't have to see the devil sticking his finger up his nose to get rid of the lovely boogers.
Yeah, maybe that's why.
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