The teacher finally found a chance to humiliate me and make me feel guilty in front of everyone. Well, technically she didn’t because her plan didn’t work at it backfired back to herself.
As a quick introduction, I hate my Chinese teacher, Yolk. We (the anti-yolk club) call her that because she keeps wearing the same outfit – a yellow hideous outfit. She hates us as we hate her too (huh?). We want her out of our life and go screw herself. Plus, she grows a mustache which I realize it’s getting worse (darker, more obvious) when she called me up to the front to challenge her.
You see, I made a sour face when I saw that poisonous bitch approaching to our class when she’s not supposing to. There’s this fixed procedure called “Yolk comes in, your good day ruined.” Why would the original teacher left us stuck with that douche?
“Do whatever you like,” she said to us. Sue came to my place to accept free tutoring on Math. And then it happened. “Sue, what are you doing?” Oh great, can’t I even have a life? I told her “Sue’s weak at Math, I have to tutor her” in a loud than usual voice – just in case she got problems with her ears too.
Yolk took her chance. “Jordan, that is very impolite of you! Came up front,” she flipped a fifthly book and pointed at something.
Great, she want to talk law, if she expect a happily deduction, she don’t know Jordan Tang Ching Yee. “I got the right to deduct your marks you know.” She used her signature sign – trying to incriminate you by staring at you deeply with her piercing eyes, the devil she is. BUT! I’m stronger! I let her stare at me. Either she got tired of waiting or she realizes that her trick doesn’t work on her or whatever it is; she said “What should you do?”
“Sorry, teacher” there is no such sorry in my voice. I went back to my seat. After she was gone, my Anti-yolk club got bigger.
I haven’t missed the words “whatever you like” though. Luckily I got such great friends; they stick me up when I got bullied by a jerky slut. I feel better now, we even wrote a song about her. We even joked about her mustache, suspecting her as a transsexual. Long live, Anti-yolk club! Curse you yolk! Curse you won’t be respected but treated like egg yolks when you got old. And you’ll die with regret!
So here I am, ranting on yolk. I’m gonna treat this bowl like yolk and kick her ass. 1.62 seconds later:
P.S. Learned a valuable lesson here: Never infuriate your teacher when she’s the one who marks your exam.
As a quick introduction, I hate my Chinese teacher, Yolk. We (the anti-yolk club) call her that because she keeps wearing the same outfit – a yellow hideous outfit. She hates us as we hate her too (huh?). We want her out of our life and go screw herself. Plus, she grows a mustache which I realize it’s getting worse (darker, more obvious) when she called me up to the front to challenge her.
You see, I made a sour face when I saw that poisonous bitch approaching to our class when she’s not supposing to. There’s this fixed procedure called “Yolk comes in, your good day ruined.” Why would the original teacher left us stuck with that douche?
“Do whatever you like,” she said to us. Sue came to my place to accept free tutoring on Math. And then it happened. “Sue, what are you doing?” Oh great, can’t I even have a life? I told her “Sue’s weak at Math, I have to tutor her” in a loud than usual voice – just in case she got problems with her ears too.
Yolk took her chance. “Jordan, that is very impolite of you! Came up front,” she flipped a fifthly book and pointed at something.
“Sorry, teacher” there is no such sorry in my voice. I went back to my seat. After she was gone, my Anti-yolk club got bigger.
I haven’t missed the words “whatever you like” though. Luckily I got such great friends; they stick me up when I got bullied by a jerky slut. I feel better now, we even wrote a song about her. We even joked about her mustache, suspecting her as a transsexual. Long live, Anti-yolk club! Curse you yolk! Curse you won’t be respected but treated like egg yolks when you got old. And you’ll die with regret!
So here I am, ranting on yolk. I’m gonna treat this bowl like yolk and kick her ass. 1.62 seconds later:
P.S. Learned a valuable lesson here: Never infuriate your teacher when she’s the one who marks your exam.
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