Oh my god, that one teacher who thinks she’s the head of the school… where do I even start? She walks into class like she owns the place, like the whole school revolves around her and her ruler of doom. We can’t talk. We can’t move. We can’t breathe wrong, or suddenly we’re getting a 10-minute lecture on “respect” like we’re guilty of committing crimes against humanity. Homework? She assigns enough work to make NASA jealous and then acts shocked when half the class can’t do it. Quizzes? Surprise quizzes every week, because apparently, terrorizing teenagers is part of her lesson plan. And heaven forbid you ask a question. She’ll give you that look—half disgust, half horror—as if you personally offended the education system. Honestly, she’s not a teacher, she’s a full-blown anxiety generator with a chalk stick. If she actually became the head of the school, I’d probably just move to another planet.

i CANNOT stand hearing someone chew or smack or slurp or breath. absolutely no reason for anyone to be that loud while do any of those things. none. i shouldnt be across the room and be able to hear any of that. i could just rip someones head right off their shoulders. i remember chewing loud when i was a kid just to piss my mom off but goddamn if i was her i would have smacked the ever lovin shit out of me. fuck all that. i got family now thatll chew on their own lips and i will dead ass look them in the eye and be like fucking stop it if youre hungry i have food. a girl at work eats nuts during lunch like every damn day and i can here every nut being broken into every little fucking piece from across the damn room. ridiculous. just so ridiculous. just want to smack the damn things off the table into the wall.

F is for fuck this shit man