obviously i'm far too lazy to log into pd as evidenced by the past few weeks even though i've been coming home every weekend as of late. just a debriefing on what's been going on at F.L. CHAMBERLAIN SCHOOL FOR THE MENTALLY FUCKED.
hmmm. where do I begin? so many interesting things happene every day. well, let's start with garrett.
sadly enough, I know garrett from . One fine day in late September, Garrett joined my class, and soon I learned why it was actually a good thing that I never talked to Garrett . In addition to being a whiny little bitch, Garrett never does his work. He either 1) complains about how he can't think of anything to write, 2) says it's too easy (in which case I always wonder if it's so easy, why doesn't he just do it), 3) says the assignment is too "restrictive", and 4) just doesn't do it at all and then whines when he gets an F on the assignment. In either case, Garrett is the quintessential loser. All class, he hims and haws over his work, looks at his fingers, picks at his massively pimply face, whines about stupid shit, gets distracted by anything and everything, and reads his fantasy books.
Obviously, Garrett's apparent unwillingness to do his work gets on my teachers' nerves, and it irks them further that rather than doing his work, he reads his fantasy books. Every day, my composition teacher yells at him to put his books away, and he'll put them away.... for about two seconds before bringing them out again.
So one day my composition teacher Gina (who happens to be a fat, black lesbian ) got fed up with him after asking him over five times to put his fucking books away. She waddled over to him and demanded that he give her his books, and he refused. The other teacher came over as well and insisted he give up his books. Garrett steadfastly refused and, when the teachers tried to grab the books from him, he kicked Gina in the stomach. Within a flash, Gina tackled him to the floor and pinned him down as he screamed about how much they were hurting him. So much for his book battle.
We were all herded upstairs to our next class upstairs as Garrett got restrained, and if you listened closely enough, you could still hear Garrett whining, "Owww! That hurts! Let go of me! You're hurting me! I can't breatheeeee!" The rest of us found this hilariously amusing, as no one likes Garrett (except for this Alabaman kid who looks marvelously like a caterpillar). We began our math class like usual until one surly kid in the back of the class named Beau began to shred up paper and spread the confetti all over the floor. Immediately my math teacher demanded to know why he'd create a mess like that. Beau's response was he didn't feel like having it on his desk. Okay then. The teacher then told him he'd have to vacuum the room at the end of the day for creating that mess.
Suddenly, Beau picked up a desk and began smashing it onto another desk in a blind rage. The rest of us were filed out of the room as Beau was restrained as well.
I might write more later. I'm too lazy right now.