My Life...

Maths Teacher=Mean.

After my initial freak out yesterday, I calmed down and went to school today prepared to forget about all the things the horrible maths teacher did in year 7. As my mother pointed out, she may have changed since year 7.

She hasn't. She's still the same old cow. I don't usually hold my teachers in such contempt, even those who I dislike, because they are good teachers when you get past the other stuff, but her? She's a horrible teacher. I don't like her. She has this way of mocking people. I can't describe the voice she does, but it's...I don't know. It makes me cringe when I hear it. She does questions on the board. She doesn't give us enough time to answer them. She picks out a person and waits until they get the answer right, even if they don't know how to do it. She embarasses them in front of everyone, instead of helping them.

I sat in class today with sweaty palms, butterflies in my stomach, afraid that she would pick me to answer a question that I didn't know (which was every question. It was Algebra). Honestly, I started having a panic attack. I feel physically sick whenever I think about going to her class tomorrow. (A 75 minute period).

I went to one of the deputy principals today (the really nice one. I mean, the other one is nice, but probably wouldn't consider what I asked) and asked if I could change classes. He also teaches maths, and he said he'd be glad to have me in his class, but that he'd have to discuss it with the horrible maths teacher because she's head of the maths department. I'm so grateful to that, but I'm not getting my hopes up as she's such a cow that she'll probably not let me change. I don't even know why I was put up a class.

I just realised that the poem my Grandmother wrote me for my 10th birthday really makes me feel loved wen I'm depressed or thinking why nobody likes me. It reminds me that even though she passed away almost 4 years ago, that she still loves me.
Here's a bit of the poem:

"We have a sweet Granddaughter
And Sarah is her name
She is always full of mischief
And she never does complain
She has a happy disposition
And her brown eyes simply glow
We all love to see her coming
But we hate to see her go"

It goes on, but that's the beginning. I have it memorized and it's framed and hanging on my bedroom wall so I can see it whenever I want.

Bleh, the group have started being horrible again. They mock Kristen and I endlessly. I'm sick of them. I'm going to hang around Christeen and her friends since the group don't deserve me.

Current Mood: hopeful
Current Music: "Are You Gonna Be My Girl?"- Jet.


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