Ma,
Everyone was talking about how the science teacher cried today at school. The one I had last year for earth science, who's from like Alabama or somewhere. Who goes from the deep South to the South Bronx? She's nice, but she can't control a classroom at all. Last year was her second year teaching, first year here, and I thought that since she came back this year after having to deal with my class (which was HORRIBLY behaved), she'd toughened up. But no.
Nobody respects her at all. Last year somebody would get a hall pass from her, leave for a while, and when they'd come back they'd just give the pass to the next person who wanted it, even though you're supposed to give it back to the teacher. At no point in the period would she have the entire class in the room. She'd say things like, "Let's talk about the different types of clouds," and this kid Jimmy would respond, "Let's talk about your ass." We once all didn't show up to class for a week, even Euphrey who everyone thought was half-retarded, and when the AP found us, we ALL claimed she'd said we were doing classes outside since the weather was good and it was EARTH science. Iris used to update her flower (virgin) chart in science (ironic) all the time, and people would come to the door to give her the latest news, totally interrupting class.
We just tortured her all the time. I don't know if people bragged about it or what, but from everything I've heard the same stuff has been going on this year too. Anyway, today she yelled at this girl who was talking and doing her nails, and told her she'd never amount to anything. Totally went OFF on her. Then she went to the front of the room, and the girl cut up her arm really badly on purpose, got her friend to go tell the security guard in the hallway, and when she came in, claimed the teacher drove her to it. That's when she cried supposedly.
Just walked into the hallway and started crying. The security guard radioed for help and Makesha told me she saw security running up the stairs but at the time didn't know why. So sad. If she wants to make it here, she's going to have to show up at school tomorrow. (And she'd do well to lose the horrible skirts she wears with sweaters that are holiday themed and have pictures of cats.)
So for once, there was huge shit going down, and I had nothing to do with it. Aren't you impressed? I am.
Love,
Sam
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