Bla.
"Yes. I know."
"What happend?"
"I don't know... I think when I was packing up my stuff to go to E period they fell out of my...uh...thingie (Binder.)"
"That's ridiculous"
I was confused. What did I say wrong?
"They fell out of your what?? Binder? Backpack? Thingie is not a real word."
OMG! OK he's an english teacher. OK. Thingie is not a real word. So What??? No one cares. No one but him. I was nervous. He's a nerd.
Mr. G kept on bending my books. That made me angry. Meanwhile I was holding out my hand, very slightly. He finally, reluctantly, handed me my books, as though I was going to drop them or something.
So, after a while I got used to it, I didn't care what he said. Other people got in trouble instead of me. Like a guy named Joe. Joe. Haha. I always brought in my homework and I still do. But yesterday I found out that my Mom had just written a confidential letter to Shotgun telling him how happy she was that I had such a challenging teacher. He wrote back a joyful letter to my mom (How suprising!). He said that I was such a joy in to have in class and that he is so happy that I was put in six red and that I should be reluctant to come to extra help just because I'm a GOOD student. So... That's a good thing.
In my school we have a thing called S.T.R.I.D.E
Those are like sowing and woodwork and health and tutorial. This semester I have sowing, chorus, general music theory, art, Gym, and sewing. I love it!!!!
Talk later.
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