Looking Back on 8th Grade

The Last Day of Summer is here. This majorly sucks. This means I'll be a sophomore and I'll have to take my honors classes. WHY DID I CHOOSE HONORS?!!!

But it's not all bad (for me). My darling blond brother, Zach, has ALL of my teachers from eigth grade. Including my perverted math teacher. He's married andhe flirts with all of the "pretty" girls in the class. Another funny thing about this is that me and my friend, Rachael, had Mr. Pace togethor and now her brother and my brother have him togethor. I guess he learn not to mess with Muzzamil (the OTHER 12 AM XDDD) and didn't put Mubean in his class.

I'm sure you don't understand what I wrote about my fellow sophomore so I shall try to explain (because it was hilarious). I had English with Muzzamil and Rachael (a bunch of other people too but they don't matter in the story). We had this project for a short story called "The Monkey's Paw" and we split up into groups. Me, Rachael, Jordan, and someone else were in a group and Muzzamil had his own group. When it was Muzzamil's turn to do his part of the project, he read us a little story and said 'At tweleve AM XXXXXXX went outside and had the sun blarring in his face', or something like that. Mrs. Witch(er), stopped his and said something like 'Child, it was twelev AM and the sun was out?" Muzzamil, being the dork he is, paused with this blank expression on his face, then realized what she was saying and said 'Oh wait, I mean the other tweleve AM'. That's not all he did wrong! Each person had to draw a picture for a certain part of the story and, after Muzzamil explained his, he held it out farther for Mrs. Witcher to see and said 'There are tweleve things wrong with this picture! Try and find them.' Let's just say Mrs. Witcher needed more coffee after that.

I love Muzzamil. He's so funny. What was I talking about again? Oh yeah, Mr. Pace, the math teacher. He only liked the school's athletes, pretty people, people who liked football, or younger siblings of student's he's had in the past. Me? I didn't belong to any of those categories so he never talked to me. I was just someone who every so often got an 'A' on a test or quiz and was one of the few people to get a 'B' or higher in his class. Mrs. Witcher's class too. Did you know Mrs .Pace ruined a pair of her shoes and she took his wallet to but a new pair? I think they were pretty expensive too XDDDD

Well, for Sciece I was pretty good at it. Unfortunatly, I had Mrs. Perfect-in-every-way in my class. I hated her. She was a cheer leader and, a real life Mary-Sue at that. To make it worse, she was one of my friend's cousin-in-law or something like that. WHY YODER!!!!!!.......But, at one time, I did have the second highest score in Mrs. Ray's class. Mrs. Perfect had the highest.

Ah, social studies, the one class I looked forward to each and every day. Mrs. Bell (now has a new last name cause she got married but I don't know how to spell it) was an interesting teacher and she would always "pick on" certain students but it was all in fun. Remember the first meme I posted here? Remember how I said I've only blushed because of two guys. Well, guy number one was in this class and I sat behind him for a while until I sat behind someone else. Social Studies was easily my best class. Somehow, I managed to get the highest score on the ENTIRE team for it. I guess that's what propmted me to take Honors World History and now Honors Civics and Economics.......I'm screwed T_T

Oh, but remember Muzza from earier on in this post? Well, he's back and up to no good. One time we had to pretend to be in a soup line during the Great Depression. I told Presidant Hoover to go die in a ditch. Muzza? He told him to go to helicopter. Idiot. But remember Mrs. Perfect? Her "water broke". She was pretending to be a pregnat women in line and spilt a bottle of water on her jeans and it was "one of the best". I hate her. Her smilie's fake. She has the same one over and over in all of her pictures.I hate her. Did I meantion I hate her? Thank Kami-sama she goes to a different school then me. Poor Yoder. They attend the same school.

Well, that's it. Hopefully I'll survive tenth grade. Maybe I'll take a look back on my teachers from ninth grade some other time.