Here comes a quick rant about my life about what happened in school on Tuesday, and man it sucked, but it was half-heartedly okay. I usually come to school roughly 10 minutes late, always and every time, due to construction on the I-40 and traffic being held back as much as an hour or so. My teacher almost always lets me go without a tardy because she understands my situation and knows me too well about my punctuality. But on Tuesday, oh crap, the typical procedure was so badly disrupted by the presence of a SUBSTITUTE teacher instead of the usual.

This substitute has a mean reputation at West Mesa, an old lady by the name of Miss Vulks. She is the most pedantic, annoying little jerk you’ll ever come across in these areas. People like her need to DIE already, she’s lived her life long enough and needs not plague us with her pedantic nonsense — she needs to retire from all this already, for the sake of the entire world.

Anyway, I come there 10-15 minutes late and she’s like

“Are you late?”

and I’m like

“Not intentionally, but yeah!”

and out of the blue she’s like

“Go to ISS.”

“But –”

“Go to ISS.”

“But… uh…”

“Go to ISS!”

“Can’t I at least explain my situation?”

“No, you are to go to ISS now when late!”

“But I got stuck –”

“I do not care about what happened, you are late, and need to go to ISS, NOW!”

“Okay.”

Anyway, I walk over to ISS (most people just ditch the period altogether, but aha, I actually go) and walk inside, and man it felt nice and warm compared to the freezing 20 degree (F) temperature. The guy who watches the ISS room is like “Why are you here?” and I was like “Because I got sent here.”

Then he asked “For what?” and then I was like “For something I’m not responsible for — you know… late due to hour-long traffic jams and stuff.” Then the guy acted cool and understanding, and said in a laid-back tone: “Oh okay, well go sign in over there and find something to do.”

I immediately filled out the paper, and I wrote on the field titled “Reason for ISS” “Teacher was being unfair and fascist to me.” I hope the administrators get my point, my school is filled with tyrants, seriously. Anyway, I just stayed in ISS for the rest of the period and just pulled out some Japanese papers and started working on learning more Japanese. It was actually alright, and definitely was better than wandering around in the cold.

But I warn, though, that the next time I see Miss Vulks, or have her as a substitute for any other classes (and this wasn’t the ONLY bad experience I had with that wench), I am (and I will) smack her square in the stomach to give her a piece of my own mind! I declare WAR on that substitute! I’ll write about that when it actually does happen…

There’s also the little story about what happened in the classroom after I got kicked out for ISS, but that’s a whole different story, but you may find it just as funny. Tune in later, I feel like I’m spamming, heh.