mr mitchell called my parents.
mr mitchell is a fucking cunt.
he doesn't teach properly, and now i must suffer for the rest of this year sucking up to an idiot. yeah, shut up, i know it's my fault. i know it could have been avoided. but the mistakes were not worth his nerd-wrath. i was away, and he is just a test-happy little fuck, who wouldn't even give me a chance to get to him for extra help. i need a teacher, not a copy of someone's notes. and i, in all sincereity did forget my day 2 stuff today. it's not as if i woke up this morning thinking "you know what would really fuck me over?". He also didn't TELL me he was calling my parents, so i faced their even bigger dissapointment because i didnt' tell them that he was going to call. if i had known it was a big deal (which i couldn't have because he barely looked at me, and mumbled something about 'not appreciating it') i would have told them, and apologized, and compromised for a solution. But no, the only time he cares enough about what i'm doing in his class is when i don't finish his pretty much pointless puzzles, and mazes, and brain teasers. His
job is give me somehting to work with, to
help me, and not to send me on my merry way as he calls on all the math whizzes in my class. Maybe if he made a little more obvoius that he does care about what i'm learning from him, i'd be a little more motivated, and so damn frightened of math.
i used to be a giant cry baby. when i went into grade four, i switched schools. i cried about EVERYTHING. because i didn't know french (which we started that year), because my popcorn didn't pop for science, and most importantly in math, just because i plain didn't understand it. grade's 7-9, i didn't really have tht problem. the teachers were nice, smart obviously, and cared about me actually learning. they explained things, elaborated, and so on. mr mitchell does none of that. he goes so quickly, that the best i can often do is guess. Math has made me frustrated to the point of crying only once in the past 3 years. so far, i've had to make a kleenex run 3 times in mr mitchell's class. i don't care what you're thinking, i don't care if you figure it's my fault (and i admit it sometimes is), and i don't care if you like mr mitchell. i'm pretty sure if you do, he likes you too.
*sigh* now if you'll excuse me, i have to go get yelled at some more.
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