So I'm in writer's workshop class and there's this teacher. She needs to know everything. I'm at this laptop, trying to write something, and BAM there she is hovering over my shoulder. We're supposed to have three things done by next Friday and it's a litle hard when she's hovering over my damn shoulder asking "who is the boy you're referring to there?" "what's that site you're on?" "how is your family doing after your cousin died?"
She believes in expressing yourself, and be inspired by everything. I get inspired by music, yet I can't listen to music in this class. She jots notes down and wants to know what we're doing and, I suppose, that's her job. Keep us all in line, know what we're doing. But isn't this class supposed to be expressing our thoughts in writing? I don't think my thoughts are the same ones as a 15 year old jack ass who is obsessed with politics and buffalo chicken wraps made by 80 year old cafeteria ladies.
That's what she wants.
And she likes talkingabout our feelings on depressing topics.
Take the VA Tech shooting:
She wanted to make us watch the gunman's confession on the computer. Maybe she doesn't realize that not all of us want to watch the depression with random people I barely know, and quite frankly don't want to share my opinions with 2 jocks, 1 hippy, 1 dumbass blonde, 3 freshman, 1 girl who wants to be popular, and 1 girl I can actually stand. A group that cares less about the fact 33 people died. Or the fact that the world does not revolve around lunch food, NCAA, or Geo-Physics.
Cool.
I'm not even in a bad mood. The class I used to stand is what is making my day just get a lot of angered fulled.
Oh and now she spies on our facebooks and shit. SWEET.
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