I've said it before and I'll say it again.
I HATE my English Teacher.
Yesterday, I was in class and since I wasn't there the day before, I was talking to the girl behind me asking what I was supposed to be doing for the assignment they started and my English teacher starts freaking out at me saying I'm "disrupting the class" (oh yeah, and your screaming isn't? Please.) and she tells me to move to the front of the room.
Okay, usually, I wouldn't have a problem with that but I've been in crutches because of my knee and I'm supposed to keep it completely imobilized. And she's making me limp all the way up to the front of the room? (god, I sound so lazy, ahah!). SO I just kinda laugh and joke, "You're making the Cripple move?" And she starts freaking out at me again....and gives me FREAKING DETENTION!
So, I start limping my way up to the front of the room, and my friend Taylor brings my chair up with me and that witch of a teacher starts freaking out at Taylor for being up out of her seat!
...the hell?
So, I spent the rest of the block drawing an interesting picture of me stabbing her in the back instead of doing my work out of spite.
And I didn't even bother going to my detention. Screw that.