《English Class》

❰[Start of Miss Holly’s & Diana’s Route]❱

I don’t really have an option. I mean, Spanish is probably the best, most chill class in school. I love it a lot, and it might be my favorite class. But the thing is that English is pretty much needed for me to pass. Since I didn’t take math, I need this class to pass the year, as it might be the most important subject. So even don’t I don’t want to, I have to. I don’t actually have a problem with English, I’m fairly good at it, but the problem is the teacher. I think everyone in school agrees that English can be the worst class, and it’s because of how strict the teacher is.

There’s a lot I could say about this class, but I better get my ass there first to not be late like the last class. While I run to the class, I start dreading what could happen. I remember all of the stress I went through in this class in the past. This might be the most hated class, and it makes sense why. Everyone just hates the teacher, and I’m one of those people. Even though I’m pretty good at it, I don’t really want to learn or hear anything about English, and it’s all because of the teacher.

Let me explain it, after I take my seat, because I definitely do not want to be late with this teacher. I quickly make my way to the class with a few other students. I step in the classroom, and I’m luckily not greeted by the teacher like before, because I’m sure she would have some things to say. My biggest mistake in this school is probably missing this class for a few months. While doing that with other teachers is still wrong, at least they give me a chance to catch up and get my grades up. With this teacher, I find that happening very unlikely. Actually, I’m surprised that this teacher hasn’t **** the school to kick me out, but I better not garner any attention so she doesn’t notice me.

This class is always better when there are more people, because it decreases the chances of being picked on by the teacher. The more students in class, the higher chance of you not being humiliated in front of everyone. Yea, it’s that bad. And by the look of things, I’m expecting this next hour to be very tense, and probably terrifying, unless the teacher doesn’t notice me, which I’m sure she will. It’s just a matter of time, so for now, I can sit at a safe distance from her at the very back of the class, trying to hide myself while I remember why this teacher is the absolute worst.

Miss Holly is a dark haired, bitter woman in her early thirties, who is regarded as the most strict teacher in school. To be honest, if she didn’t have such a bad reputation, she would be a very attractive teacher. People don’t like to admit it, but Miss Holly is kind of a milf. She always wears glasses that make her look very serious all of the time, but I can’t help but think they are sexy. I might have a problem. I definitely have a problem, but I do see some potential in this teacher, if it weren’t for her awful personality.

She could be a hot woman, but everyone knows her for how unforgiving, stern and even mean she can be. She is a very authoritative person, which is partly due to her role in school. She is the school counselor as well, which gives her the power to pretty much harass everyone with the excuse of rehabilitating them. It’s hard to explain, but she often calls parents to complain about the smallest things. She likes getting students suspended, or just likes calling them out for whatever they do. And she takes the school rules very seriously, which is why she doesn’t forgive when someone breaks them. She pretty much has no compassion, no empathy, she just wants to get her job done.

And even though I think she does a good job at teaching, she isn’t even a good teacher. She has a short temper, so every time someone doesn’t participate in class, doesn’t do their homework, or even if they don’t understand something in class, Miss Holly always berates them. Sometimes, she goes as far as giving the students punishments, and she usually always does something to humiliate them, in front of the entire class too. I know how much people hate her, and it’s justified, because they have probably been borderline bullied by their own teacher.

The only time I’ve seen Miss Holly act relatively normal is when all of her students participate in class, if everyone passes an exam with good grades, stuff like that. She is very demanding, always trying to make us put effort in studying. And while that sounds like a good thing that every teacher should do, her methods are questionable at best, and traumatizing at worst. Luckily, I haven’t really been a victim of any of her punishments. The worst thing she has done to me was insulting my intelligence, but that’s not that bad, right?.

I do remember one time when she **** a student to call their parents to tell them their son is a failure. I’m sure that must have ruined that guy at that moment, but it also set an example of what not to do, even though he just had a bad grade in one exam. Yep, she can be very **** sometimes. But I do think things have changed a little. Some brave students informed the school board about Miss Holly’s terrible attitude, and she did listen to all of the complaints. After that, she doesn’t do anything too ****, just calls the student’s parents when they don’t behave. She still humiliates students, albeit in a more indirect way. But while she has gotten better, I think her reputation will forever make her seem like a villain. That’s probably why not many people go to her classes anymore. Everyone switched to Math, and I can see why.

What I’m afraid of is the fact that I now have to take this class, I’m obligated to. I need to pass this class or I will fail the year. But knowing Miss Holly, she will probably kill me before I try to study again. I’ve never really gotten along with her, even when I performed well in her class. I used to have good grades with her, so I’m hoping she will remember the potential I have in her class. However, I know she is first going to lecture me, probably say some mean things in front of everyone, and after all that, she is going to give me hell to be able to raise my grades. But you know what? I’m ready for it. I don’t care what she does, I believe I have the strength to take it. Sure, she could do something very humiliating, but nothing is going to stop me from achieving better grades. That’s how committed I am right now.

Miss Holly is a bit impatient, so she doesn’t like to wait on her students. After everyone takes their seats, she immediately stands up and takes a look at all of her students. She somehow looks upset, even though she is usually calm, when there’s no one getting her angry, of course. But I have a feeling that she might be angry because of me. I don’t know if that’s possible, but I don’t want to risk it. So while she takes a look around the classroom, I try to cover my face so she doesn’t recognize me. Luckily, she isn’t interested in her students, only when they are misbehaving. And with everyone quiet, probably from fear of Miss Holly losing her cool, she gets to greet the class in her usual, unenthusiastic fashion.

—Good morning, students. Let’s get started right away….—

Damn, she sounds tired. She usually shows a bit of emotion when starting her class, even when she only cares about teaching, but now it looks like she has lost her will to teach. I actually feel kind of bad for her, but I know I shouldn’t try to question it, or else I would get chastised to ****. I know that if she sees me, she is going to bring up my low grades. She is probably going to let everyone in this class know how much of a failure as a student I am. Of course I don’t want that, it would completely ruin me and shatter my dignity. So while she greets the class, I stay quiet so Miss Holly doesn’t notice I’m in class. But I also pretend to respond when all of the other students do.

While I search in my backpack for my notebook, I hear Miss Holly’s heels coming closer. She is walking towards me, I can feel it. I’m too scared to look back, because I know I will probably find her staring right at me. But as I look at both sides, I see one or two students staring at me, so I’m pretty sure they are all looking at me. Is she approaching me? Did she notice I was in her class? I’m not ready to talk to her. I now notice there’s also an uncomfortable silence that makes this moment a lot more awkward and terrifying. But to avoid it turning worse, I slowly start to turn around.

While I’m not very prepared to talk to her, I knew what I was getting myself into when I came here. I actually have the courage to face her, even when I know what’s going to be the outcome. I have a strong feeling that she has a lot to say when I turn around. But when I finally face her, I just see her standing right in front of me, looking down at me, and giving me a very menacing stare, but also seemingly not being able to recognize me at first. I feel relieved for a second, but it only takes her a brief moment to realize who I am, and that’s when I know I’m fucked…