Teacher: Email me the assignment by Monday.
Teacher: I'll need your email address.
Me:
Teacher:
Me:
Teacher:
Me:
Teacher:
Me:
Teacher:
Me: beatdemhoes69@aol.com
Teacher:
Where's your book?!
Me: At home.
Teacher: And what's it doing there?
Me: Having more fun than me.
Me: At home.
Teacher: And what's it doing there?
Me: Having more fun than me.
I am a strict Lutheran, who
believes in God and prays to Him.
I am also a Republican who believes in pro-life, but also believes that everyone has a right to marriage whatever the sexuality may be.
I am also a student athlete who is very successful in academics AND athletics.
I am a girl.
I ama virgin and I've never had a boyfriend.
I don/'t believe you can be in love as a teenager.
I am also a Feminist.
I hunt.
I love Rock N Roll.
Oh and I hate One Direction.
Now that I've written down what I am, let's see how many people f/cking BASH ME TO F/CKING BITS over my beliefs and what I do! Because Witty, wake up and smell the d/mn coffee, because you are full of a bunch of f/cking @sshats!
I am also a Republican who believes in pro-life, but also believes that everyone has a right to marriage whatever the sexuality may be.
I am also a student athlete who is very successful in academics AND athletics.
I am a girl.
I ama virgin and I've never had a boyfriend.
I don/'t believe you can be in love as a teenager.
I am also a Feminist.
I hunt.
I love Rock N Roll.
Oh and I hate One Direction.
Now that I've written down what I am, let's see how many people f/cking BASH ME TO F/CKING BITS over my beliefs and what I do! Because Witty, wake up and smell the d/mn coffee, because you are full of a bunch of f/cking @sshats!
You know what I don't get? That thee are people ranging from
sixth graders to seniors in high school hat are more worried
about having a significant other rather than having good grades
and being a successful student and/or student athlete. Girls, you
don't need a boyfriend at such a young age and boys you
don't need a girlfriend at such a young age. Look at me,
I'm a very successful student athlete and I've never had
a boyfriend. I don't need one! If you're in sixth grade,
you really shuldn't be wearing short, tight skirts and shorts
and low-cut shirts just to try to get a boyfriend. Honestly,
nobody's worth dating before high school. It's stupid to
do that to yourself at such a young age. Newer subject: you
honestly aren't going to be in love as either an adolescent
or a teenager. You just won't, it's a fact.
Just keep trying your best in school and sports and don't worry about the petty little things known as dating, being in a relationship, etc.
~Allie
Just keep trying your best in school and sports and don't worry about the petty little things known as dating, being in a relationship, etc.
~Allie
Teacher: "Why can I hear
you talking?"
Student: "Because you have ears."
Teacher:
Why are you
talking during my lesson?
Student:
Why are you
teaching during my conversation?
Teacher: *Ends lecture*
Me: Wait just a gosh darn second
Teacher: Yes, Caitlin? Did you miss a part?
Me: No, no, no. You missed a part.
Me: The part where I didn't care.
irreplaceable
chapter
two
"JoAnna,
snap out of it! Jo, you're okay, please God be
okay!" I heard Mr. Parker yelling. But
how could he be yelling? He was attacked. I
knew how being attacked felt; there was no way he'd
be able to sound so strong. I heard someone else
screaming too. It was a blood-curldling scream.
With a jolt I realized it was me screaming.
I stopped yelling and shook my head. I could see Mr. Parker kneeling in front of me, and I realized I was laying down on the dirty tiled floor. I felt my face and sure enough there were wet streaks where my tears must have fallen.
"JoAnna, what happened?" Mr. Parker's blue eyes scanned my entire face. He just wanted to make sure I was okay.
"I keep seeing everyone I love get hurt. With a man in a mask. I never see his face. I keep seeing blood; so much blood." I pulled my legs up to my chest and hid my face. This constant fear, this constant nightmare needed to stop.
"Jo, let me take you home. The buses all left twenty minutes ago, you've been passing in and out of conciousness for hours," Mr. Parker tried to grab my arms to help me up, but I started to yell again.
"Don't touch me! Just don't... Don't touch me. God no not again. Don't... Not again. I-I can't..." I knew I was crying. I knew I was having a meltdown. But I just couldn't care.
"Okay, JoAnna, I don't have to touch you," He knelt down again next to me, but made sure to keep his distance, "But I do need to take you home."
"Please don't," I snapped my head towards him, "I can't go back there. I can't go there looking like this."
My older cousin took me in after my father was arrested. Kyle was great, but I knew I was a burden to him. He was a surgical intern at our local hospital, and supporting me was too difficult on his salary. Most nights he wasn't home because of the long shifts, but when he was, he always tried to get me to talk about what happened to me. And I couldn't deal with that- not after a meltdown.
"Where can I take you then? Is there anywhere you can go?" Mr. Parker ran his fingers through his curls. I shook my head and sniffed. I knew I had no one. "Well, Jo, I guess technically I'm not your teacher anymore. Here, I'll take you to one of my favorite places, but you have to promise me something."
"What's that?"
"You can never show anyone what I'm about to show you," He smiled at me.
"Deal," I stood up and followed him out of the room.
I stopped yelling and shook my head. I could see Mr. Parker kneeling in front of me, and I realized I was laying down on the dirty tiled floor. I felt my face and sure enough there were wet streaks where my tears must have fallen.
"JoAnna, what happened?" Mr. Parker's blue eyes scanned my entire face. He just wanted to make sure I was okay.
"I keep seeing everyone I love get hurt. With a man in a mask. I never see his face. I keep seeing blood; so much blood." I pulled my legs up to my chest and hid my face. This constant fear, this constant nightmare needed to stop.
"Jo, let me take you home. The buses all left twenty minutes ago, you've been passing in and out of conciousness for hours," Mr. Parker tried to grab my arms to help me up, but I started to yell again.
"Don't touch me! Just don't... Don't touch me. God no not again. Don't... Not again. I-I can't..." I knew I was crying. I knew I was having a meltdown. But I just couldn't care.
"Okay, JoAnna, I don't have to touch you," He knelt down again next to me, but made sure to keep his distance, "But I do need to take you home."
"Please don't," I snapped my head towards him, "I can't go back there. I can't go there looking like this."
My older cousin took me in after my father was arrested. Kyle was great, but I knew I was a burden to him. He was a surgical intern at our local hospital, and supporting me was too difficult on his salary. Most nights he wasn't home because of the long shifts, but when he was, he always tried to get me to talk about what happened to me. And I couldn't deal with that- not after a meltdown.
"Where can I take you then? Is there anywhere you can go?" Mr. Parker ran his fingers through his curls. I shook my head and sniffed. I knew I had no one. "Well, Jo, I guess technically I'm not your teacher anymore. Here, I'll take you to one of my favorite places, but you have to promise me something."
"What's that?"
"You can never show anyone what I'm about to show you," He smiled at me.
"Deal," I stood up and followed him out of the room.
