Jack's Vision On Things in Life

A story about a "great" English teacher

My English teacher doesn't like me. So, that's said. I don't think hates me or anything like that but he always tells me to be silent. I'm in English class sitting with four of my friends. We like to talk and because we all get really high grades in English so it doesn't really matter. When were talking he only tells me to be silent. It's something that's quite annoying but funny at the same time. Whenever my parents want to talk with him about this stuff he always tells them I'm a good student and he likes having me in his lessons.

He isn't a very good teacher. He actually forgot two of his lessons. The first time we just sat there for fifteen minutes waiting for him, then me and my friends just left. We went to a mall to get some food and then we went back in the class, still no teacher. The best part comes now. A lot of people left the classroom to do some other stuff. We were sitting there eating, talking and laughing. There were a few other students. The teacher came in the classroom five minutes before the lesson ended. He wrote down who wasn't in the class. All the people who weren't there had stay in the school for two more hours doing work.

This isn't my last story about my English teacher. He is quite a silly person so I have a lot of stories about him. Not only my English teacher, there are more goofballs in my school.

Love to y'all
Jack