Students in the Hands of an Angry Teacher
Have you ever witnessed your own teacher shave someone’s hair? Or even assign over 40 assignments when she is absent for “club”, also known as cult activities? If you haven’t, man, have I got some bad news for you. Strap in kiddos, because I’m going to share my experiences with Longleaf’s infamous English teacher capable of striking fear into anyone’s eyes, Ms. Taylor. She is especially ruthless when it comes to classwork, appearance, and your presence in general.
For example, she treats homework and her “absences” in a different way. She is no doubt academically challenging, and you will find out soon enough. Before I was a junior, I had heard many rumors of Ms. Taylor supposedly eating her student’s homework. Of course, that was
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The ways she makes fun of me are unacceptable and would even annoy the most emotionless of students. First of all, she started a rumor that my new name was “Fathead” and even convinced the entire school. How would you feel if you were called that every day, huh? And to make things worse she goes beyond criticizing my outfits and just criticizes me in general. Even I know that some of you would be offended by these statements. You all need to hide your emotions soon before she bares her teeth and you and makes you her next victim, believe me.
So, now you’ve seen Ms. Taylor’s true colors. Hopefully by hearing this a good amount of you are scared of being able to image my experiences with her, and you should be. She only comes once in a generation as a teacher willing to make it a living hell on your appearance, presence, and piles of classwork. She has gone the extra mile of assigning us 40 assignments for her absences, shaving my head, and even giving me a ridiculous nickname. Sadly, now you will all have to deal with this in the near future too. But now the question lies, how will you
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