one of a kind teacher

today is the last day of school, even though i still have 6 exams waiting next week.
i skipped school because the lesson was horrendously boring and i'm smart enough to not letting myself trapped for 9 hours of idiocracy.

some of my friends insisting that i should join them for school today but somewhat i don't find it matters.

woke up at 9 and having rice noodle soup with wonton and sauteed enoki seems not a bad bargain. :)

ok, if you have read this sentences, maybe you'll think " what's the connection between the post and the title?"

here's it:

during this past 2 days, there's a problem involving most of my friends at school.
chinese language make-up tests.

the chinese teacher, let's name her ms. TRASH-ia, is making another problem in the last day of school.
she persisted to held the make-up tests and forcing all of the failed students to take the tests.

i do believe she's smart enough to realized my chums is simply too lazy to do that.
so, facebook is full with chums' stating "shitty teacher" or "shit you, teacher"

no different but somehow the first one is subtler

anyway, my memories' flashbacking as if sophomore years were yesterday

she was a new teacher back then, replacing a chinese teacher named ilana or helena whatever, which is fully guaranteed not telenovely hot.
it's kinda annoying. anyway, that's not the point.

ms.TRASH-ia graduated as an interior designer but ended up in China learning language.
i found that interesting and inspiring, especially to people out there who felt their life was effing useless and keep on searching good ideas to waste their life.

she is the type of hey-i'm-so-innocent-i-don't-know-what-is-fellatio

her way of teaching was very unique in an extremely annoying way.
stereotype of fresh graduates.

betcha 5 years later she'll be the same as other normal-though-still-extremely-annoying teachers.
or otherwise, she'll ended up as an interior designer again, because teaching makes her mentally broke.

i disturb her all the times. i show no respect for her as she show none, too.

she always cried loudly in the teacher rooms and i find it utterly disgusting.

and writing this post about her suddenly makes me feel nauseated.

so, ms. TRASH-ia, you're trash enough and don't let anyone step on you.
quit the job as a teacher, and you can work in a painting company

i can imagine you ensuring people that cosmic latte, beige, champagne, cream and deep ivory are all different colors.

wow, what a "interesting" job!