And here is where the title for my journal comes in. Remember Ms. Ashley from a few journals ago? Well...she bothered me once when we had a sub. She was telling the French foreign exchange student how much I sucked, so I said to her, "Ashely, tu es un morceau du mared. Anybody in here speak French? He translated: "She called you a piece of s***." How's that for sweet? I insulted her in another language.

But on Friday it was the second day in a row we'd had the sub, and he sucked. He used to teach at Washington, but still, he seemed kind of racist to me. Anywho, I finished with the assignment about half way through theclas (Add an s for proper spelling,)and I knew Ashely was telling the French foreign exchange student how much I sucked again, so I moved over to that side of the room. My reason? Curiosity, boredom, and possibly baiting her. Possibly. Anywho, I said some things, (Hence the title,) and she then gets up from her desk, walks over to mine, and starts bleeping me out like so, "Blah blah **** blah blah **** blah ****." I kid you not. Every. Other. Word. Was. F***. Unfortunately for her, my desk was the opposite corner of the sub's desk. After getting his attention, (This took a bit since he's clueless and stuff,) he yelled at her to sit down. One student pointed out today that it probably took him so long to notice because Ashely is white. Again, I suspect him of being a racist.

So after that bit of fun we started with the bickering again, (I admit, I probably started it, but still,) and she grabs the social studies book and throws it at me. Did it hit me? No, the french foreign exchange student blocked it with his arm, and for that I am lucky. The teacher then kicked her out, to which she told him to **** himself, and she left with a dramatic exit by throwing a desk. (Snorts.)

Then he tells me to leave too. 0_o What the fook yo? I protest dumbly, "But I didn't do anything," to which he continues telling me to leave. He threatens to get some assistant principal dude that he's all buddy-buddy with to which I reply, "Good, we can tell him what a racist you are." I then get in my defiant stance. I cross my arms and stare. I'm good at this. The teacher in the room next door comes in to see what the heck is going on, (after all, a desk being thrown is bad,) and we leave together. In the hallway I explain the situation to her, (conveniently leaving out the part about my defiance toward him,) and I wait in the office.

I'm a bit worried at this point, but after a few minutes of waiting I start reading to 1. Pass the time, and 2. Add to my "I'm a sweet wittle angel" image. The principal then askes me to explain, and luckily, he kind of knows who I am and that I'm a good kid overall. So I say what happened, tell him about the previous incidents, and I'm sure to mention that I'm not entirely blameless. So what happened? I got in trouble, right? After all, I did get kicked out ofthe clas.(Again, add an s.) Nope. He asks one of the security guards to walk with me to the area where Mom was picking me up. How's that for sweet, I miss getting in trouble and instead get a freaking body guard! Yes, I'm naughty, but I'm very good at pulling off sweet and innocent.

Of course, Mom wonders why the guy is waving at us, so I have to explain everything to her. She drops my sister off at the house, and drives over to the school putting on make-up at the stop. One thing to know about my mom: She ain't a taurus for nothing. She then comes into the school with me where we sit down and talk to the principal. The conversation involves me filling them in on more details, mom doing her "She has an anxiety disorder, blah blah, on medication," tidbit, (This part annoys me,) her mentioning what a good kid I am and how I got a 97 composite on my ITEDs and I got a 98 last year. "I told her she needed to go the other way." Yeah...so he says he'd talk to the assistant principal I gave the harrasment form to and talk to Ashely on Monday. Oh, and to quote him, "It's not generally our policy to transfer the harassed student out of a clas."

Monday comes along and I get a note from him in my math class saying I need to talk to him immediately. The first thing he says is, "You need to learn to keep your mouth shut." Eh...guilty. Mom's reaction to this? "No, really? How could he have been talking about you?" (Sarcasm, obviously.) And what happened to dear Ms. Ashely? Transferred to another clas. (Add another s because tv.com is stupid...) ^_^ Problem solved.