when teachers are snobby

when teachers are snobby

hey, its that girl that never blogs. being me, i naturally forget i have a blog because my teacher decided it would be fun giving us fountains of homework to do every single flapping night. well, it can take hours on ends just to finish a math assignment (no i am not bad at math, i am actually really good at it). i just need to go up to my teacher and be like "i have way better things to do then homework, like stalking, watching cats rife burritos in space and all that fun stuff" but sadly if i do, i have to go down to the principals office which is like super far away.
So today we were making turkeys right, so i made mine a tall skinny turkey, i thought he was pretty cute, but then my paranoid teacher decide to be a bish (i make up funny slang words for bad words) and complained how my freaking turkey had to fat. she was all like "your turkey is too skinny, you didn't use all the paper, what a waste on such a skinny thing" i swear if my eyes could shoot lasers, she would be the first to shoot them at. whats wrong with a skinny turkey? maybe mine likes Pilate's!
anyways, besides my annoying *beep* teacher, there was this really cute guy at the superstore (its like Canada's Costco). he had that baby face/ Connor Franta type face if you know what i mean. he was around my height and everything. i really thought he was cute. so then my mom being my mom wanted to go down that check out lane, and i was all like "lets go to the check out lane over there by the old people" because lets face it, shes would embarrass me. like literally. so we went to the check out lane next to his. then he went on a break and his lane closed and he was talking to some girls that were in their 30's and they were all like "what grade are you in?" he held up to fingers meaning he was in grade 11. i wanted to die, my heart shattered and i was on the verge of crying. my life is unfair.
well thank you for reading my fellow unicorns.
The teenage Dirtbag