Rhonda Westcourt English Lit.

As a 22 year old Student Teacher, doing my last in school teaching Practicum, I was willing to go along with this Senior **** thing, just for the points it would give me for my student teaching review. The teaching was no where difficult, the problem was always those dam Cheerleaders, who thought the biggest boobs and their short skirt, tight sweatered Uniforms gave the rights to not turn in assignments and spend most of the class checking their phones and gossiping about clothes, make-up, tweets and instagram pictures. It seems that 18 year old seniors can't take a breath without checking Facebook, Instagram and Twitter to make sure that not breathing hadn't become a trend that they had to be on top of.

Add to that I'm only four years older than the majority of the girls who make up my class and to really piss them off, I'm 5'-7", 122 lbs, redheaded and I work out a lot, jog everyday and hit the gym so I'm in great shape and to say that the Cheerleaders hate the competition because of the attention the males around the school give me, would be an understatement. My biggest single problem is one Bianca Stintson, the presently suspended Captain of the Cheerleading Squad. She's been suspended because I won't automatically give her a passing grade, when she refuses to do or turn in assignments, even when I offer her extra credit or extra time to turn them in! She's such a stubborn bitch, she'd rather be suspended from the squad and have the Cheerleading Coach bitching at me and the Vice Principal about cutting her slack!

Now, I've got to spend the weekend playing this '****' game which probably means I'll be the date for either one of the eager young guys of the senior class, or with luck one of the cute single, male teachers, that I work with. The students only have to play **** for the day, Teachers have to play for the weekend, since all the money raised by the auction goes to support the Senior School Trip, so we all have to do our part to help the students get their trip.