If even crappy, then really.
Fuck It's just still sick. I think my stomach goes on strike soon, all at the Gekotze. But I can not change it.
months running the school smoothly, everything. No class entries (at least not significant), no references and no intention kackblöder bollocking for interpretations Poking around me one. But then it must be so today. Somehow I could it to me this morning quite sure that the day will doppelplusungut really correct. The night was short, I shit tired and somehow I had the ungeile feeling that I had closed my eyes just when I woke up. As if I had merely blinked. And since yesterday was already sickening that the day had so pervert too extreme.
I'm so into the school, math first hour there was all clear. No problems.
second hour I had French. I enter the classroom, I see my teacher. Because I was actually pretty good things by the smooth running of the maths lesson and also had gummy bears with me, I asked my teacher as saying: "Mr. Bold, you want a jelly baby" to?. Then he's out so far unexplained and totally unjustified reasons completely disengaged. What am I imagining me because talking with him so if I would do that to any teacher that I should go to the rector and the render times with him, if I'm at home as position would. I would probably give me a special position, I move away of any etiquette, do not integrate, etc. etc. That was about five minutes without interruption Sun Almost. Because I could only ask stunned as bad and I (note my "morbid sarcasm"!) Dangerous life would have done. He could not give me reasons, not the least. The whole class just stared at him confused, absolutely stunned if this choleric attack. The only thing I looked at him with a different look, making him at the right moment was silent. It was the naked hatred. In the quietest, yet most unintentionally threatening tone of voice I said: "Mr. Bold, it's enough. It is good now ...!«. When he then said that it was not good, I repeated the last sentence with an obvious Kampa legend and quite loud. He then held his stupid Schandmaul.
I mean, what is the inside? He no longer gets high, or why he has to cock compared in terms of power with a Sixteen year-old play? And tomorrow I will write your work. I already suspected the note that this emotional judgmental bastard will give me. Top shit, even with a six I'm through. For in German is a very safe one. So ass licking.
But that was not all. It is indeed still a number harder. However, one has, the better my class teacher, a very bad moment chosen. So ethnocentric and blind with cold fury, I was not a long time. For means of said teacher, he would kill me cry.
So I sit there so in ethics (btw... I like my ethics teacher fairly even She is the only one who treated students as people, their own opinion tolerates, and even she wants my class teacher as little like how I do.) and we talk to the teacher about the parents evening on Monday, because she wanted to know what had now been around here. We tell her what was rather unspectacular, and ended at a considerable Beleidungskampanie. But, with level, mind you. We then had a group working to make regarding the destruction ™. We sit down together so the four of our table for four and are about to begin, our teacher is unceremoniously put to us. And then they opened us (Sarah and me) an absolute Hammer: Our dear sir German teachers (including teacher) would have us two weeks ago, before the church saw when we (she made a face and mimicked the voice my master teacher) "Marijuana and strong alcoholic beverages consumed." I fell down the jaw, as well as Sarah's mouth was pretty wide open. Our ethics teacher is the way drug agents. She asked whether the matter which is tuned, which we denied, of course, true. She then said that we should be about, should sit out the cause. Meanwhile, they would settle the matter and create a rumor from the world. Your word in God's ear.
What does the fucking hell is this insidious children fucker anyway? Is there meanwhile discount on impertinence? Had I not reassured by the school and with words (!) "Rationalized," would now be back soon a memorial service to commemorate a teacher announced, and I mean serious. My knife was in fact already opened in my right hand. But I have not noticed that I had taken out there. It was only when I had calmed down, I registered it. I may even sometimes pull off * grml * I am really looking forward
immensely to be traded as a drugs bitch.
blind rage,
Gig
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