I’ve only been in my English class for four days, and I hate to say that I have learned absolutely nothing. My teacher, Mr. K, isn’t a terrible teacher per se. He’s a liberal, so that doesn’t help much. You should never rely on public servants for your education. They’d probably union up and go on strike if they could. Anyways, he’s the husband of one of my favorite teachers from last year. She wasn’t terribly bright as well, but she made me feel welcome at the new school and I even had her for psychology. She was the teacher who let us do whatever we wanted after all the seniors left. We usually just hung out with her and talked about life outside of school. It was like we were in prison or something. I distinctly remember one conversation we had about Nevada, where she told me that she was looking at some property to buy and rent out. Afterwards, she researched online for a good short-term rental permit place.
Here’s hoping I can get out early this year like all the seniors last year did. They didn’t have to take any of their finals, because they missed all the dates and they wouldn’t have learned enough in time to take them. Plus they got out like two weeks early. The reason we missed so much school was because there were a ton of snow days and instead of having late starts, our school thought it would be an amazing idea to just take the entire day off. So we would miss about 6 extra hours of school that we could have done something with.Our new principal is cracking down on all the terrible school policies from last year, so I doubt we’ll have that happen again.
Then again, you never know. So in my English class, our three topics that we have discussed were how deaf people made their own culture through language, whether or not emojis are words and can be a substitute for language, and the use of internet memes as alt-right hate symbols. Essentially, we haven’t yet discussed anything of real life relevance or importance. And then all the teachers wonder why people keep dropping IB English. On the plus side, if I’m ever attacked by a hateful group of evil white supremacist skinheads, I’ll be able to dissect what exactly Pepe the Frog means in our modern society.