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I never hated her at the start. She seemed OK. After the first lesson everyone had already crucified her. I tried to not listen to them. Cos I know me and I knew that if they talked me into not liking her History was going to be a misrable class and I wouldn't try (and believe me, I needed the marks!) I don't know what it was. Little things. Her voice. The way she treated us like babies. This year we've been told to start using our initiative. And on criteria sheets she tells us the write notes relating to the picture in RED pen and thoughts in BLUE pen. The notes must be clear and on the left hand side of the page. Fail to do this and you get a big fat ZERO. Yesterday she told me off for not having my work (I HAD handed it in and she just lost it) and the flab of skin under her chin wobbled like mad. Like a turkey. oble gobble gobble. I couldn't help but laugh. DETENTION. Thanks Mrs McCoy (how anyone could marry her I don't know) after making Kris cry in class yesterday you're in for it McCoy. Oh, and the other day this girl in my class called Georgia was asking another girl (Heather) for help. McCoy went spac at her and told her to go back to her desk. Georgia protested saying she was only asking for help (and fair enough too) but then the McCoy Bitch yelled at her - for nothing! So Georgia went back to her seat and said: "Fine! I'll just sit here and be a dumbass!" Good on her too. We're not exactly friends or anything but I salute you Georgia! McCoy deserved it and I know I would never have had the guts to say that! McCoy didn't do anything about it either. She's so old she probably doesn't even know what dumbass means! |
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