This is actually going to be my first official blog. I know it's kind of late to be talking about Literature teachers (I mean, we just left school, no need to start at it again.), but I made several references to my old one (I'm leaving him and getting a new one next school year.) in a few of the reviews I wrote, and wanted to explain some of the reasons why I'm not a big fan of him.

I won't be mentioning his name, because if he actually does end up reading this, I'll be in way too much trouble at the start of next year. If I die, I blame you people for telling him.

During tests, Mr. T. used to pick on me. There were easy questions and tough questions, and we all had a choice on which one we wanted to answer. Why did he have to force me to answer all the really long and detailed essays? Before any of you tell me the 'Maybe it's because you're smart' thing, let me say this: I am not smart. I'm crazy!!! Smart is too big a word for my vocabulary.

In one project, we had to write a fake newspaper article on Jackie Robinson. I made mine exactly like all the other newspaper articles are, long and boring. Heck, even the title was long and boring too.We were having a group discussion, reading off all of our articles and titles,showing off the pictures on the cover and stuff like that. When it came to my turn: (I call this: the title incident. Not very catchy, but still...)

Teacher: Sophia, read us your article.

Me: Okay, but it's boring and the title is kind of long. *Reads article*

Teacher: Not bad. Can you repeat the title?

Me: *repeats title*

Teacher: Hmm, it is a bit long.

Me: I know.

Teacher: What was it again?

Me: *reads title*

Teacher: Class, how can we improve Sophia's title by shortening it?

Class gives suggestions

Teacher: Okay, let's see who in the class has the best title. *Has everyone read their titles* Sophia, what was your title again?

That may not sound too bad yet, but it is really embarrassing if you have to stand in front of the class and keep reciting the extremely long title.

Moving on, there was another incident. We just finished reading the novel in our class, so we were having a group discussion. Afterward, he asked us a question and told us to write down the answer on a piece of scrap paper. I was out of paper since the girl in front of me, the two guys next to me, and one guy behind me kept borrowing some. Not having anything to write on, I used a ripped up piece of paper as my answer sheet. When he was walking by to collect the papers:

Teacher: Sophia! Is that a love note you're writing?

Me: What?!?

Teacher: Don't tell me you're passing notes in class!

Me: I'm not!

Teacher: So that's your answer, then?

Me: Yes.

Teacher: Good. I thought that it was a secret love letter to your boyfriend or something.

Me: It's not.

Again, if you don't think that was embarrassing, let me remind you that the entire class was still there! And they were all laughing at me!

This isn't much of a big thing, but during a class 'boys against girls' contest, he referred to me as a silent and deadly girl. In his words, "Just like this boy's farts!" O_O

The last incident was on the last day of school, the day we were having a field trip to the bowling alley. I'm a shy and quiet person, so I didn't look at the bus list until the last minute. As I was looking at the list, I suddenly realized that my name wasn't actually on the list. I knew I had handed in a permission slip, so I went to my team leader, who just so happened to be my Literature teacher and asked him why I wasn't on the list. He said he didn't know why, and told me that I should have gone to him earlier, not ten minutes before the bowling trips. I nodded because I'm not actually the type of person who stands up for herself. I also nodded because I agreed with what he said (for once) and I didn't want to seem like a goody-goody type who agrees with the teacher all of the time.

He finally agreed to look for a bus for me to go on, and had me look through all of the permission slips. When I found mine, he sent me to the office to see if they could fit me on a bus. The office told me the same thing that he had, and that all of the buses were filled to the brim with students. Luckily, the buses were about a half hour late, and they squeezed me onto a bus. When went on, there were still enough seats to fit a dozen other kids. I was so mad.

This is random because it has nothing to do with my Literature teacher, but I was almost beat up on Thursday, June 14, my last day of school. We just came back from our bowling trip, and my bus driver, George, told us that we should sit in the back of the bus. The bus is dominated by the high school seniors, but we eagerly took the chance. When he came on the bus, he threatened to beat us up... (He actually started on one of the boys. Can you believe that?) Luckily, because me and my friends are girls, he asked us if we wanted to leave or get beat up. I left immediately. Who would want to be beat up?

So that's pretty much why me and my Literature teacher don't get along. There are other situations, but I don't want to say them now. Did you ever have any teachers like that, or was I the only unlucky person in this world?

~Sophia