THESE ARE PEOPLE WHO DESERVE TO BE EATEN BY CANNIBALSFirst is my...well, I'm not gonna put any adjectives here anymore. Well...my English teacher. I just can't understand how she came to be accepted as an English teacher. I mean...she...she's just...whenever she asks us to write something like, for example, an essay, she'd give examples and write it on the board. And her grammar kinda...sucks...if you know what I mean. And her diction is kinda funny. And when she reads a poem or a story out loud...man, you should hear her. She's like, O.A....exaggerated. Like she's reading to a bunch of kindergarten kids.
I want to be a journalist. And English is my favorite subject ever since. But with her as my teacher, how can I like English more? I
love writing. But she's not helping me develop it. She commits more grammar mistakes than I do. And, get this, she doesn't even know how to translate
nakunan to English. Duh.
Miscarriage. Oh, Ms. Jen, Sir Edilio, why did you two have to go? Whyohwhyohwhyohwhy?
I'd love it if: She will be eaten by an old lady beggar she helped in the streets but turned out to be a hungry cannibal.
Now, the next person who deserves to be locked up in a room full of bees is a schoolmate of mine.
Gio Bueno. This guy's got a really huge conk. Yes, a seriously big, huge, gigantic nose. We used to sing
Heaven Knows (Nose) to him when we were freshmen. But I seriously thought he's alright. Until a while ago. He called me
Patay na Bata. A phrase which means something like a geek or a student who doesn't join in on the fun. I don't think he meant it as a joke. He doesn't have the right to call me that. Who does he think he is?
I'd throw a party if: He accidentally slips while walking and his skull would crack open.
God, I think I'm becoming a pscyho.
