I took my Adderall today guys! Its been at least 2 months since I took it and I am tweaking a bit. Like I keep licking my lips and picking at my fingernails, where the nail bed meets the hyponichium, in Leyman's terms where you get dirt. For some reason all I want to listen to Taking Back Sunday.
While I was drving Alex's car today and smoking my first cigarette in 2.5 days (yeah I am awesome) I was thinking about people who inspire me and stuffs and I decided that would be my topic for the day. All of them are teachers because I loved school.
Mr. Byington was my ninth grade English teacher and he was awesome. I didn't want to take his class at first because he scared me. Anyone who wears plaid shirts everyday is intimidating, just saying! So obviously I went to go change my teacher to an older woman who was a riot, but the request was denied because I am pretty sure my reasoning for it was that he wore plaid shirts everyday and that it scared me. So the first day of class I sat in the back because I was a hard ass emo kid and I was afraid of plaid wearing teachers. He hands out the disclosure document that I never turned in and started telling the class about what we would be learning in the school year. He then proceeded to tell us that Edgar Allan Poe was a genius and that he hated the kids that had their parents try and boost their grade up by talk about how much money they had or that their father was a clergyman of a certain religion. After that class period I knew I would have a role model. At this point I didn't think was I was smart, I couldn't read very fast and my grades were atrocious, but in class I was always raising my hand to answer questions with serious depth behind it. We had to assess ourselves for parent teacher conference and I said I raised my hand too much and he put on the paper, verbatum,"Don't stop sharing, the other kids look up to you because you have a mind of your own. Your inferences are extremely intelligent." He encouraged me to read ahead of the class. He also said I was one of the only kids that enjoyed Shakespeare, which is no longer true. I hate reading Shakespeare. Oh he also cussed out students a lot and poured water all over one kid for falling asleep. It was hilarious!
Mr. Johanson was my ninth grade Earth Systems teacher, I now call him Will because he adopted my daughter. As you can pretty much tell we were really close. He is a role model because he is an awesome parent to Piper, and he was an awesome teacher to me. I vividly recall him telling me I reminded him of the girl on the breakfast club because I was emo for one thing, but because I was socially awkward but I didn't give a fuck who you were I would talk to you. He also helped me cheat my way up to a C in his class, he knew I tried hard and that I did the work but I had a problem with turning stuff in. He told his wife a few years later that if any of his students were to get pregnant and place the baby for adoption, the only person he would accept it from was me. He was honestly one of my best friends in junior high. When my boyfriend broke up with me I punched a locker, dented it, and he witnessed the whole thing and all he did was give me a look of, "Holy shit calm down," and walked away. I don't think he'll ever understand how cool he was to me and how eternally grateful I am that Piper has him for a dad instead of Justin.
Miss Kingman taught me how to love classical music and opera and still enjoy hard rock. She was so jealous because I saw Depeche Mode, which was her favorite band. She also taught me how to use my voice and not be afraid to get up and sing in front of people.
My last inspiration is Mrs.Drakulich, my tenth grade honors English teacher. Yeah, honors. I am a nerd. I hate this woman more than anything else in this world. She might possibly be the worst teacher I have ever had in my entire life and I will tell you why. So, we're reading Macbeth for class and she asks a question on how to infer a passage, so I raise my hand and answer the question. She looks at me and tells me I am wrong and that I was stupid for inferring Shakespeare that way. I did what any other kid wouldn't have done, I stood up and said very calmly,"Mrs. Drakulich, you are a bitch." Then I walked out of class and I never went back. Now you might be wondering why she inspires me. Well, she taught me that when I become a teacher I will do everything in my power to not have a stick up my ass like she did.
Well i am done writing. Good weather and books are calling my name!
While I was drving Alex's car today and smoking my first cigarette in 2.5 days (yeah I am awesome) I was thinking about people who inspire me and stuffs and I decided that would be my topic for the day. All of them are teachers because I loved school.
Mr. Byington was my ninth grade English teacher and he was awesome. I didn't want to take his class at first because he scared me. Anyone who wears plaid shirts everyday is intimidating, just saying! So obviously I went to go change my teacher to an older woman who was a riot, but the request was denied because I am pretty sure my reasoning for it was that he wore plaid shirts everyday and that it scared me. So the first day of class I sat in the back because I was a hard ass emo kid and I was afraid of plaid wearing teachers. He hands out the disclosure document that I never turned in and started telling the class about what we would be learning in the school year. He then proceeded to tell us that Edgar Allan Poe was a genius and that he hated the kids that had their parents try and boost their grade up by talk about how much money they had or that their father was a clergyman of a certain religion. After that class period I knew I would have a role model. At this point I didn't think was I was smart, I couldn't read very fast and my grades were atrocious, but in class I was always raising my hand to answer questions with serious depth behind it. We had to assess ourselves for parent teacher conference and I said I raised my hand too much and he put on the paper, verbatum,"Don't stop sharing, the other kids look up to you because you have a mind of your own. Your inferences are extremely intelligent." He encouraged me to read ahead of the class. He also said I was one of the only kids that enjoyed Shakespeare, which is no longer true. I hate reading Shakespeare. Oh he also cussed out students a lot and poured water all over one kid for falling asleep. It was hilarious!
Mr. Johanson was my ninth grade Earth Systems teacher, I now call him Will because he adopted my daughter. As you can pretty much tell we were really close. He is a role model because he is an awesome parent to Piper, and he was an awesome teacher to me. I vividly recall him telling me I reminded him of the girl on the breakfast club because I was emo for one thing, but because I was socially awkward but I didn't give a fuck who you were I would talk to you. He also helped me cheat my way up to a C in his class, he knew I tried hard and that I did the work but I had a problem with turning stuff in. He told his wife a few years later that if any of his students were to get pregnant and place the baby for adoption, the only person he would accept it from was me. He was honestly one of my best friends in junior high. When my boyfriend broke up with me I punched a locker, dented it, and he witnessed the whole thing and all he did was give me a look of, "Holy shit calm down," and walked away. I don't think he'll ever understand how cool he was to me and how eternally grateful I am that Piper has him for a dad instead of Justin.
Miss Kingman taught me how to love classical music and opera and still enjoy hard rock. She was so jealous because I saw Depeche Mode, which was her favorite band. She also taught me how to use my voice and not be afraid to get up and sing in front of people.
My last inspiration is Mrs.Drakulich, my tenth grade honors English teacher. Yeah, honors. I am a nerd. I hate this woman more than anything else in this world. She might possibly be the worst teacher I have ever had in my entire life and I will tell you why. So, we're reading Macbeth for class and she asks a question on how to infer a passage, so I raise my hand and answer the question. She looks at me and tells me I am wrong and that I was stupid for inferring Shakespeare that way. I did what any other kid wouldn't have done, I stood up and said very calmly,"Mrs. Drakulich, you are a bitch." Then I walked out of class and I never went back. Now you might be wondering why she inspires me. Well, she taught me that when I become a teacher I will do everything in my power to not have a stick up my ass like she did.
Well i am done writing. Good weather and books are calling my name!
the first sentence describes why this blog is so long haha <3
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