Honestly, for the most part, I like my teachers. But sometimes they really do just annoy me. As I mentioned in my post yesterday (it was yesterday wasn't it? Ah well) that I am going home this weekend for half-term. Now it appears I am going home to a concerned Father thanks to the actions of my English teacher.
All because of a stupid poem I wrote for a peice of homework over the weekend. She says she is concerned about the level of "graphic violence" in my course work and thinks it would be best to talk to some one about it. In the mean time, she has spoken to my Father about her concerns and my attitude toward work and now my Father wishes to "talk" to me upon my return home on Friday evening.
This is really the last thing I need right now. I mean, what am I suppose to say to him when he asks why my work is dark and often filled with death and blood? I mean I can hardly tell him the truth, that would be definitely a bad thing to do. Yet any other excuse I can think of is just as bad. I guess I will just have to think of something.
On the plus side, the teacher did like my poem despite the dark nature to it.
-Paul
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