9.13.2005

My Teacher Is A Douchebag.

Since this is my 3rd time attempting to get used to a new college, I kinda figured, just from experience, that at least one of my teachers needs a brick to the face. I didn't think this was actually going to happen this year, but my English teacher just had to ruin my semester. Well, it started with an online quiz that everyone failed because we weren't "reading the text closely enough." I was kind of annoyed with getting an F, but Mr. Douchebag did take away the grade, which made me want to kill him a little less. He couldn't just leave it like that, but had to say something that made me want to get up and choke him out right there and then. He simply stated to the class, "In here, you're opinion really doesn't matter that much." Then goes on to say something about how he likes the Yankees or some stupid crap. How could someone be so stupid as to state that, then say A TOTAL OPINION right after. Moron. Isn't it part of the class to, I don't know, treat other people with respect and give opinions? Wait, I'm not a 60 year old loud mouth that thinks the center of the universe revolves around me. My mistake. I took that quiz again, and got a 90. Since I can't say anything in class, so in my opinion, my teacher is a giant Douchebag.

9.11.2005

It's been a while.

Yeah, has been like 3 months or so since I last posted, so I might as well start doing it again since I have nothing better to do. Here's a little poem I wrote for class. Hope you enjoy.



I got a restraining order the other day
from my dear friend Marlboro Red.
He has to stay at the gas station now.
We had the best times together
especially after dinner or
first thing in the morning.
We first met when I was 14,
and haven't lost touch since then
Everyone said he was bad news,
like my father and mother and siblings,
But he was their friend too.
He did cost me relationships at times,
but our friendship never ceased.
They also said he costs a lot
and makes me want to see him all the time.
They said I smelled like him, like a campfire.
I didn't believe anyone for years.
A few days ago,
I decided our friendship was over.
I still see him from time to time
but with other people, not me.
I hope he makes them happy,
and I wish him good luck.
Because now he makes me sick,
even to think about being friends again.

Name:
Location: CT

At Western Conn. State University.

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