Honestly, from the very first day as our acting homeroom teacher she already gave us more than enough: making us write some godd*mn 1,000-word personal mini-biography, failing to work the computer so we never got our movie, and making us read that f*cking student handbook.
And yet, there’s an even bigger move.
It’s second-period evening self-study — every other class is watching a movie, or at the very least studying quietly.
But you? The moment it’s your turn to be on duty, you hit us with a surprise quiz instead — 75 minutes for those two huge sheets, who the hell could ever finish that?! 😡
Still, apologies for the offense.