History class was a JOKE yesterday, and I’m not kidding (no pun intended). It now hurts to roll my eyes.

Our incompetent student teacher happens to be obsessed with basketball. Also, she has absolutely no control over the class. None whatsoever. So it was not difficult for the class to persuade her to let them watch a basketball game in class instead of learn.

So she wrote notes on the board really fast, read them out loud with almost no explanation, and turned the game back on. She kept saying that if she sees our regular teacher coming down the hall, she would turn it off really quick and pretend to be lecturing. Which means that this isn’t allowed.

Now, look here. This woman (or girl, rather) is in charge of a large chunk of my high school history education. It’s a good thing I’m responsible enough to learn on my own. But half the class isn’t. Knowledge needs to be forced down their throats, or else they’ll grow up stupid. This here teacher is not doing her fair share of the work.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t about to complain. Actually, I pretended to the class and all of my friends that this class period was the best thing since summer vacation was invented. Only one kid in the class complained, but that was only because she liked to dissent from popular opinion. I dissent from popular opinion without shoving it in the faces of people who really couldn’t care less about my dissent from any opinion whatsoever.

In short, it was the most pathetic waste of a class period since…yesterday? For me, there can never be a day of school without at least some pathetic wasting of class periods.

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