My Teacher

I turned 18 last week, but that doesn’t change a lot, does it. Today is monday, that sucks. I go to a school called West City High School. It sucks too. I never really liked school, maybe because I always had bad grades. The worst teacher at school is Mrs. Henderson, Karen Henderson. She teaches math and english. She’s always super strict and grumpy.

Last friday I got back my maths test from Mrs. Henderson, Graded ”F”. Anyways, I don’t care about stupid grades… She’s such a bitch for failing me, though.

You can say a lot about Karen Henderson as a teacher, but I gotta say, she has an impressive pair of knockers, lol! We usually joke about that we should make a bet with Mrs. Henderson, if everyone gets an A in math, she has to take her shirt off and hold a class in her bra! But she would never agree to that, of course. She’s married and whatever.

I have a mid-term talk with Mrs. Henderson tomorrow, but I don’t care about all that school stuff, but I’ll get a free view of those knockers at least.