I am in the middle of the middle of middle. Meaning, I am in seventh grade of the second quarter half way through and I'm pissed because my teacher does nothing about a complete jerk. Just see the info on him.
Cameron: Number one cigarette in the world: Reasons I hate him:
1) When I was in sixth grade I got hit in the face with a rubber dodgeball when a kid kicked it at me, in dodgeball, and the teacher did nothing. Then while I was down with my face burning like hell, the kid stomped on my leg and then I had to walk up to the teacher with a bloody nose and told him "Dude! That kid just stomped on my leg while I was on the ground bleeding because of a kid who kicked the only rubber dodgeball in the gym at my face!" He said: "Cameron get over here!" Then said: "Say you are sorry to (Name witheld)." Cameron: "I'm sorry" Gym teacher: "Alright, go back and play."
I was pissed, I had been sliding on the ice a week before and had gotten kicked out of school for sliding on ice. This. Pissed. Me. Off. So, if you stomp on a kids legs while hes on the ground bleeding from the mouth and nose you can say you are sorry and get away with no punishment? But if you slide on the ice and "Endanger yourself" you get suspended for a day? WHAT THE forget! IT'S LIKE THIS KID HAS DIPLOMATIC IMMUNITY. EVEN THE COUNSELER IGNOLOGES THAT THIS KID CANNOT BE FIXED.
Then: He said he beat me up and now I'm the wierdo pushover of the entire school.