Ignore this if you dont like hormonal teenagers
Like all my threads now, this has to do with my personal life. Why would I post it on the internet? Why basil? Well I'd like to think of you as a diary that people read, if that makes sense. You see, because I don't care what you think of me, or how you judge me; I don't know you, and I'll never meet you. Oh and, if you don't like my threads, don't read them. The BasilMarket community seems to always have a response to things, so I'd like to hear yours on this:
It starts with Spanish class for 7th period. I'm terrible in that class, and I'm skimming by with a low C. She always loses me when reviewing or introducing new things, I'm always lost in that class. "Study more Melissa! Pay attention in class! Stop talking to Connor all period!" (Connor is my boyfriend, and she's aware.) But in all honestly, I don't talk to Connor all period. That's one of the few classes I don't. The reason behind that is BECAUSE of my grade in the class. I'm no good at studying, especially considering almost the entire Spanish book is in Spanish. That'd be cool if I had any idea what they were talking about in the first place. I attempt at the worksheets we do in class, even when she's going over them and helping us, I get lost. She always has stories to connect Spanish words to English ones, or "Steeemmmm changgerrrr" (parody of Gold finger) to help us remember. I listen to those stories, I like the pictures she shows us to understand better, but they don't help me at all. She tried moving me to the front of class to help me, saying that if I do well I'll be moved back. I got a good grade on a test, a C, and she moved me back. She's like my favorite teacher, and I do the worst in her class. So now to the story:
She assigned us a workbook during the last 10 minutes of class, she was going over it, and people were writing. I asked Connor; "What are we doing?" She then told me "If you keep talking to Connor, you'll be moved back to the front." I turned around and tried to listen to what she was saying. I had no idea where people were, and I hadn't even written my name on the workbook yet when they were being collected. I got out my pencil, (since my old one had been lended out) and my workbook was collected. The bell then rang, and we left for the day.
Today, we got those back. She asked me "Where's yours, Melissa?" "I didn't write my name on it." "Did you write anything?" "No.." So she placed it in the front seat, I went up and got it, then returned to my seat. She said: "No, sit up here." So I did. I spent the entire period growing to hate her. I was telling myself "Well then I'll just disrespect her, not look at her, and not pay attention in class. No participation from me." But then I decided that that was also completely wrong. I had no reason to hate her, she did what she said she would. I was in an argument with myself over how it was morally incorrect to hate her and disrespect her. At the end of class, I left to go to my club.
When we arrived, Connor asked me "What's wrong?" Because I'd been quiet the entire walk there. "Nothing." Honestly, I wasn't upset. I was so depressed though, for no reason. I started tearing up the more he asked, until he noticed. "Are you crying?" As soon as he said that I started to full out cry. He was like "What's wrong? What happened? Is it me?" I answered no to the last one, and he continued to panic questioning me. I started crying-laughing saying "I don't even knoww!" I was just insanely depressed for no reason.
And no, it's not that time of the month.
So what is your reply? Why should I have any hatred towards my Spanish teacher when she did nothing wrong? And what the hell was wrong with me for crying? For the crying part, I just thought I'd give you a laugh by sharing my day.(: