|—||Epitaph of Leonard P. Matlovich|
Okay, I’ve never done a blog before in my entire life, and, honestly, I’ve never read one, but I’d like to. I just need to find an interesting one. As far as I know, I just write about my life and feelings on different matters. I’m not sure if my life or opinions on matters will peak people’s curiosity, but I’ll give it a try. Okay, I’ll start with today.
Recently, my favorite teacher passed away for whatever reason; no one really knows. It was devestating for the whole school; she was only in her forties and one of the nicest most caring women I’ve ever met. The next time we went to school we had greif counselor’s talk to us and the whole school cried; it was a sad time to say the least. This was all a couple weeks ago though, and now I miss her more than ever because we have a horrid replacement teacher.
At first, he seemed kind of cool; he’s young, attractive, and he seemed kind of fun and understanding. Now, he’s just a giant shit storm of epic porportions. He participates in favoratism, and, trust me, I’m not his favorite. Example: the other day, he told us to write a two paragraph summary on the bombing of Japan after Pearl Harbor. Therefore, the whole class sans one person wrote a two paragraph summary. You know, a shortening of the events? Well, one girl, wrote a two paragraph thing in first person on her opinion of what should have been done. He said it had a lot of emotion, and he liked it.
Now, after the summary, he wanted us to write a page and a half about the bombing, the agruments against it, and our opinion. I repeat, our opinion! Now, for several paragraphs, I wrote facts, and I am a writer. I really am. I try to use correct grammar at all times, and I write in my spare time, so I know I’m a good writer. I’m not conceited, but I have to acknowledge at least one nice thing about myself. Anywho, I wrote nicely. Then, the last paragraph, I wrote my opinion. In order to write your own opinion, you have no choice but to switch to first person narrative. Now, I don’t know if he just didn’t like my very strong opinionated personality that I showed in my writing or what, but he gave my paper back with a very low grade.
He said that I shouldn’t switch from facts to opinion like that, and I shouldn’t switch from third person to first. He did this to no one else who stated their opinion in the paper as was DIRECTED! It’s just me. Also, every time I look up from doing whatever it may be that I’m doing, he is looking at me. I don’t know if it’s just coincidence or what, but every five minutes, it seems I’m making direct eye contact with him. To say the least, we seem to have a mutual hate for one another, and I miss my fun loving, nice history teacher.