Hmmm

I often think about my past.  Specifically about school and some of my teachers.  My seventh/eighth grade teacher, Mrs. Rau was such a biatch.  I remember I was leaving for the day and I had my backpack stuffed with books.  I got onto the school bus and my friend told me that when I was walking away she said some snide remark about my work habits or my intelligence to my other teacher.  I can’t remember exactly.  I just remember that it made my heart sink.  I was already depressed about the fact that I couldn’t do well in school and then my teacher, who I thought was supposed to be there to support me, talks shit about me.  Maybe the fact that I did so little work and did so poorly that she felt like a failure and was mad at me for it.  Either that or she thought I was a lazy, obnoxious kid and just didn’t like me.  I was always nice, though.  Just not a good student.

I also had this history teacher when I was in grade eleven or twelve, Mrs. M-something.  I missed her midterm and she was so so mad.  I was sitting in English class and she came and got me and wanted to know why I wasn’t there.  I told her I had slept in.  She yelled at me and said that we’d been reminded about it several times.  I truly didn’t even know that there was a midterm, nor did I care.  I think that she thought that I had skipped it so that I could study more or something.  I told her that I just didn’t even remember that we had it.  She let me re-write it during lunch.  I didn’t give a shit about her stupid midterm but I feigned gratitude for the second chance and wrote it; I think I got a sixty or so.  I’m pretty sure that I failed the class later.

This other teacher, Mrs. Coutineau (sp?).  I remember walking into class with my pants really low.  In front of the whole class she goes, "Go out in the hall and pull up your pants!  Don’t walk in here like that!"  Hahahaha.  That woman.  She was such a crotchety old bible-thumper.

Looking back, I didn’t like most of my teachers.  I realise now that most of them were really trying hard to get me to do well.  They’d help me during lunches and stuff.  I don’t know why none of it worked.  Maybe I’m dumb.  I often think that I have ADD and that it was worse during elementary/high school.  I think that I’ve also been depressed since about the sixth grade which didn’t help anything.  I’d try doing math homework and I’d get so frustrated and angry that I’d throw my books across the room.  And that’s when I’d even take the time to sit down and attempt to do homework, which was a rare.

Enough reminiscing.  I’m out.

Also, good song:

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