School Life: The Mad Teacher

It was a normal school day. The students pushed and shoved each other to get to their classes. Some students even pushed teachers. but they didn't care even when one teacher got shoved so hard he tripped and rolled down the stairs. He had internal bleeding and was begging for help on the floor, but the students and teachers who walked past didn't give a damn.

  Anyways, back to my story. The students all went to their classes. My class' first subject for the day was mandarin. We were all expecting the usual old crone who's spit sprayed into our eyeballs as she taught us how to pronounce the weird-looking chinese characters she scribbled on the board. but no, today was different.

BEcause today, we had a new teacher.

  She did not only spit at our eyeballs, her spit sprayed EVERYWHERE else as well. She didn't scribble anything on the board, but wrote in gigantic letters as if we were stupid.

And she stank. She smelled of beer and whisky, and she looked as if she had not washed her hair (or her face) for a year. There was dirt smudged all over her face, and she probably should not have bothered to used a marker pen to write on the board, because the dirt on her hands could probably have substituted for ink.

But the worst part was, she was MAD.

when she gave out our exercise books, she THREW them. The few of us sitting at the front ducked, so the people at the back got face-fulls of books rather than us. (Pity them. I think most of them had nosebleeds after that.) And she was screaming out the chinese words on the board instead of saying them. But we all had iPod earphones stuffed in our ears so we hardly heard a word she said.

When she found this out, she ripped out one of my friend's ears, the earphone still dangling from it. There and then, we decided it was war.'

I grabbed a chair and flipped it upside down, and proceeded to throw it at the foul teacher. Some of my friends got out staplers and flipped the stapler bullets at her. But she got smart and took a pencil and tried to stab them. i continued throwing chairs at the foul, hideous woman. I hurt many of my friends while doing so, and i think i may have caused the deaths of one or two, but I say it was worth it. Soon, everyone around me had collapsed on the ground, except for Xin Li and Nicola. Nicola and I distracted the woman by spraying spray paint into her eyes (though i think we may have caused her permanent blindness instead) while Xin Li ran out of the classroom to get help from Mr. Kumar, the discipline teacher.

When he came, he yelled some gibberish in his Kumar-language, and then proceeded to grab a thick, heavy dictionary and thunk it on the mad mandarin teacher's head. Then he swore in Hindu and stomped out of the classroom, telling us to 'clean up the mess and dead bodies' or something.

But of course, being good students, we didn't. We decided to reward ourselves and take the rest of the day off.

My school is so exciting! I can't wait to see what will happen tomorrow.