The Devil Reincarnate

The devil is walking on the earth and I have a class with her. I am sure that you know who I am talking about. You know, Ms. Stern? The Devil? Oh gosh, I can't even bear to say her name!!!! I will just edit it from now on. It is like a swear. I cannot take Ms. S**** any longer!!! She is HORRIBLE!!! The most obnoxious, rude, mean, annoying, bipolar, and utterly INSANE Spanish teacher I have ever had!!! That is, of course, if you can even go so far as to call her a Spanish teacher. She can't speak spanish!!! My dad regularly find mistakes in her assignments and I haven't learned a thing!! It is like torture. It really is. Every class. I can't even look at her any more. I can't do my homework because it reminds me of her. She is the most obnoxious person I have ever met. I didn't think that this was even possible but it is true and I am prepared to say it-- she is worse than Kaleigh Drew. Didn't think it was possible did you? Yeah, neither did I and yet it is true. I get yelled at everyday for the dumbest reasons!! I can't take it anymore!!! I am starting to get really nervous that I will say something truly horrible to her by the end of the year. I got pretty close today. We took a quiz at the very beginning of the block and when we were done she told us to get out our Regents review packet. So I go under my chair and get my binder and I realize it is my AP World binder. So we haven't started anything yet and I raise my hand and the following dialogue ensues.

Me: Ms. Stern? Can I please go get my Spanish binder? I grabbed the wrong one. (I hold up my AP World binder)

Beelzebub: And you just realized that now?

Me: Yeah, I didn't need it before the quiz.

Beelzebub: Well, that's a pet peeve of mine, when people don't come to class prepared and then leave in the middle of it to go get things. I don't think you noticed it was gone just now. (ok, why would I lie about that???)

Me: (mouth dropped open in disbelief) You think I planned this?

Beelzebub: (goes on about me and how and I 'just notice that now?' I can't remember exact wording about here.)

Me: (I stand up and walk to the door) (with coldness, the hate dripping from my voice) We were taking a test Ms. Stern. Unless I was planning on cheating, I was not going to be looking at my binder and I wasn't about to prepared under my chair in the middle of a test to just make sure it was all right under there. So, to answer your question, no. I did not look at my binder and I did not see that it was the wrong one until now and I am going to go get the right one. (I walk out the door)

I hate that woman. Someday soon she is going to get blasted and it will be room 101 for Rebekah. Oh boy. Pray-for-Mojo.