5 down, 10 to go. 1/3 of it down!

The teacher is dead set on me being deaf. She reckons I already told her I am. Yeah sure. I just love telling people things like that. I'm deaf, mute and can't write. If only she said can't type I would have said yes, that's true. Gahh.

Come on! Look at me boots! They shine, man! Yea, me stood in front of speakers in concerts too often! Not to mention that I'm stooopid and a satanist and a lesbian and... dunno... could you come up with more insults? Right now that's all I could remember.

Anyway. Now I had linking sentences (which she never commented on), but now I was too slow. I can never, ever do someting right. It's like there's a big sign hanging over my head: "No! Don't tell me anything nice! I don't want to hear it!" She certainly makes my teaching practice memorable. Sheesh....

Well, tomorrow is going to be a double class, which will make me... happy in a way, that I can spend more time with the kids and give prezzies, as it will be the 6th of December... and that it will be 2 classes minus of the remaining time I'll have to spend under that hag.

Can you see me doing the happy dance? I can. Just a bit more, just a bit more. I will do this!