My spanish teacher is super stupid. I would put her name, but I'm afraid she'd find this page or something, and since she's so insane, she'd probably sue me or something. So we'll just call her Mrs. Crabs.
Now, spanish is an easy subject for me, as I've been speaking/hearing it since my birth. Last year, when we had to choose our electives for 8th grade, I was obviously out of my mind. "Hmmm, well since I already know spanish, I should put spainish 1 as my first choice. And drama 2nd, because thats what I really want to do next year." Of course, I got spanish.
I knew from the first day of school that I was going to hate this class. My teacher looked like she had had a few million face lifts, and it probably took all of her effort to keep her hair that blonde. She had boobs bigger than a large dogs head, and a tiny little waist. Now, all you horny, hormone-driven teenage boys out there might be thinking "YUM." But she's old, as in, she could be your grandma (if your grandma was a slut. If your grandma is a slut, then she probably knows my spanish teacher). And not sexy. None of the boys in any of her classes (and believe me, most of them are horny and hormone-driven) want to touch her. Not even in a non-sexual way. Anyway, the entire class on the first day consisted of her telling us that "Spanish is a fun language." and about her trip to Costa Rico, where she went to the beach and bought a leather jacket (that's all she told us about. It wasn't educational in any way). I was going to cry out of despair. Why the hell wasn't I put into drama?!
Her wardrobe is depressing as well. She wears fuzzy I-found-this-lying-in-the-road-and-thought-it-would-make-a-good-shirt tops, and capris. Every day. With high-heels. And animal prints. And big gaudy jewelry. And leather pants. It sad, really.
I could go on, but I'm getting bored.