the bright side of ugly

ms smith (my lovely health/p.e. teacher for the culbrethly challenged...) was in uber-psyco-bitch mode today. we were working on these dumb projects where you make up a form of birth control and have to spend a measly 4 million dollar budget and then present to the class. my group is doing a funky pill thing that increases acidity in vagina and kills all sperm but other groups are slightly more creative: includes cassie's group: bob boxers that heat up and kill all sperm. rebeccas group who is making a mitten to kill all sperm (? itchy??) and my favorite the anonymous sex-hat group (lol) anyway so we're not actually supposed to learn anything with this project because when rebecca asked ms smith if she could go to the library and see how long it takes for sperm to form so she could figure out how long one would need to wear the mitten before intercourse and the lovely "miz smifff" (she refers to herself that way because she lives in alternate dimension and thinks its cool which its not because she is a teacher and should know correct grammar lol) told her "baby this is your project, you dont need to look anything up baby you make it up make it up MAKE IT UP BABY" (waving motion rebecca to table with waiting group mates. whatever but today she was being extra-psyco-bitchy and she made this girl in my class cry because she was reading a book. ms smith made very clear that each group member did their part so after doing her part of writing the paper (i think maybe) she was letting the other group mates do their part of making and designing poster. ms smith got very angry and she got really upset. its ok though shes not weird because ms smith made me cry once too... i was talking to her about my grade and she was like you can bring it up to an a baby just try harder ok baby (repeat about 10 times and you'll feel bad too lol) and then she was like getting in on me about how "if anything is going on you know you could tell ms smith right baby, right" and i was like sure because nothing is going on (in her brain too lol...) then in l.a. we were talking about freedom of speech and turns out that there is a clause/loophold... minors dont have freedom of speech and first i was like grr but then i sat back and was like well doesnt really affect me because i dont like to wear bear hats or cigarette/pot tshirts so all is cool (but not for the funky boy who wrote the essay we were reading because he thought smoking was extra cool and so obviously smokes and has submitted himself to a life of trachiotomies and lung cancer and lets not forget emphysima but his choise his fault) stopping boring the reader (if any) right now because dinners done and my fingers are tired...

Posted by hayley on Tuesday, May 24, 2005 at Tuesday, May 24, 2005 | Permalink