Your eyes are too small for your face and you
look like you should be peering out
from behind a stall
in a highway rest stop 20 miles away from anything.
You made my friend,
my beautiful friend (who is worth five of me and a least a thousand of you),
you made her uncomfortable.
I saw her panic attacks before she went to your class,
I held her and tried to get her to breath normally. To this day,
I want to
slash your tires; bu your car is a rusty, outdated piece of shit.
Besides, it would be to easy, too sad, to pathetic.
You ask us to focus,
the reason we don't is because you class has none.
No focus, no structure, no point even being here. You are incapable of explaining
I wouldn't have asked if I didn'
know the answer. Don't talk to me like I'm seven, don't treat any of us like that.
Is it any surprise we all hate you?
Don't try and touch my shoulder,
you're not friendly, you're a creep and I wish the school grew some real balls
and fired your ass. All the other teachers are wonderful,
it's just you.
And on more thing,
no one respects you
because you are not respectable, you give us nothing to respect. So don't be
surprised if we disrupt
your precious class.