I fucking hate my english teacher.

She is a fucking stupid idiotic twat who shouldn’t be teaching.

Not only does she want me to do an essay on something that she lost my notes for, but she wants me to do an original writing piece based on Dickens! I fucking hate Dickens and the only story I’ve ever read by him is Great Expectians because she made me and I watched the Muppets Christmas Carol, I don’t really think they can be counted. At least my last teacher let us pick and even though mine was about losing someone close, it was one of the best things I have ever wrote in my life!

Oh and she’s move me and she shouted at me for doing my work and she shouted at me for looking at her! You know what am I suppose to do not look at her and get moaned at for not paying attention? Or maybe I should not do the work and get a U on my GCSE or I know I’ll just sit there, next to Grace and talk about My Chemical Romance, maybe then she’ll be happy.