RyuReiatsu
Smash Journeyman
- Joined
- Jan 17, 2009
- Messages
- 408
Actually, it's not true. I have no proof about such things, but I
know for one that pissing off an idiot of a math teacher is fun.
Fun, it's not the proper word, but it's the only one that comes to my
mind.
This blog entry talks about a teenager's boring life. Hold your horses
and turn back. There's nothing interesting that's coming.
Has it ever happened to you? To have a ******** short skinny man teaching you one of your capital school subject? Well, I do. Sympathy, I beg of you. (No, not really).
He's a smart moron, I'll admit it. Because he understands maths illogically... What a genius. Then again, idiots will be idiots, right? Every time I correct his extremely obvious illogical mistakes regarding extremely easy things, he gets mad, very mad. As if I was smacking him in the face. Like a mad bull. But I can't blame him, he's that dumb... And I'm really insulting his intelligence. He's the one who does it most of the time though. He loves insulting students. He also loves to tell us about how he hates us, how much he didn't want to become a teacher. /fail.
[Stuff about my personal things. About not knowing what I want to do in the future, about the same girl that still troubles me every time I see her and about how much my family and step-family bother me about becoming a doctor and finding what I want to become.]
- My Mozilla Firefox just ****ed up while I was correcting my mistakes. The blog was twice as long and I'm not gonna bother re-writing every down. Because I'm that cool. -
In short, I often correct him. Today, he insulted me, so I replied politely something pretty straightforward and hurtful to his pride. He got mad, I had to wipe the blackboard. I did something else to make it worse, went out.
In the train, on my iPod touch... I had the idea of using 'karma', for the hell of it.
Now, I believe karma has just stricken me back.
FML.
know for one that pissing off an idiot of a math teacher is fun.
Fun, it's not the proper word, but it's the only one that comes to my
mind.
This blog entry talks about a teenager's boring life. Hold your horses
and turn back. There's nothing interesting that's coming.
Has it ever happened to you? To have a ******** short skinny man teaching you one of your capital school subject? Well, I do. Sympathy, I beg of you. (No, not really).
He's a smart moron, I'll admit it. Because he understands maths illogically... What a genius. Then again, idiots will be idiots, right? Every time I correct his extremely obvious illogical mistakes regarding extremely easy things, he gets mad, very mad. As if I was smacking him in the face. Like a mad bull. But I can't blame him, he's that dumb... And I'm really insulting his intelligence. He's the one who does it most of the time though. He loves insulting students. He also loves to tell us about how he hates us, how much he didn't want to become a teacher. /fail.
[Stuff about my personal things. About not knowing what I want to do in the future, about the same girl that still troubles me every time I see her and about how much my family and step-family bother me about becoming a doctor and finding what I want to become.]
- My Mozilla Firefox just ****ed up while I was correcting my mistakes. The blog was twice as long and I'm not gonna bother re-writing every down. Because I'm that cool. -
In short, I often correct him. Today, he insulted me, so I replied politely something pretty straightforward and hurtful to his pride. He got mad, I had to wipe the blackboard. I did something else to make it worse, went out.
In the train, on my iPod touch... I had the idea of using 'karma', for the hell of it.
Now, I believe karma has just stricken me back.
FML.
. 
