Mrs. Buchannan is a harpy pit viper whore. She gave me a C- on my huge project for art class—you know, the one I spent 13 weeks creating. I poured my heart and soul into it and it means nothing to her. She doesn’t get it and my vision. I can’t wait to finish with the small minds of all these hicks I’m surrounded with ALL THE TIME!
I stayed after class to argue with her but she wouldn’t listen. I’m too immature and on and on and on. I hate her. And it’s probably going to ruin my chances of getting into a good art school. This time when Chad asked me what he could do to make my life better I told him to get rid of Mrs. Buchannan.
In other news, my mom decided today was the best time to bring up “protection.” Yawn. She’s so lame.
~Raging and quivering female mass of hormones and tosser of Dark Side Cookies™ (trade marked by Etoile)
This message was edited by the author on June 24, 2012 at 7:47:32 PM