When I came into English Class today I do as I usually do. I talked to Tom, who called me my newest Nickname of “Victoria’s Secret”, and then I talked to Clint. I talked to Clint about how I’m a stupid chicken (nice aren’t I?) and can’t talk to this one person of importance to me. Then I got my books out to be a good student and started my work.
The Chair that I am sitting on right at this very moment is not a wonderful chair. Sure it could be worse, it could be wobbling all around but it’s not. It’s a very plain brown color and it’s pretty hard. It’s a plain, basic, hard, brown, school chair. I liked my chair in the old classroom because I was separated and sat alone, but I don’t mind where I sit now either.
The teacher is a weirdo, which isn’t a bad thing. He’s pretty funny the majority of the time. He always comes into my culinary class talking to us. My brother had him, however many years ago when my brother came to this school. One thing I’m glad the teacher doesn’t do is bother me about how I write. Ms. Romiti didn’t like how I wrote because I have weird handwriting but people bother me about a lot of things so I don’t mind. Overall the teacher is not a bad guy, someone I dislike, and he’s pretty nice. |
