Big Fish

One time in 9th grade I had to right a paper about a story that I changed to be like a story from this movie we watched in class. The problem was I had no clue what to right about. I was tempted not to right this story but I realized I couldn’t because of my teacher. You see my teacher was a nine foot tall monster who intimidated the crap out of you. He was mean and harsh, and enjoyed to see people struggle. Not only would he like to see you struggle, but he would rub it in your face when you did bad, by giving you grades worse than an E, like “Crap”, and “Fart” minus grades. He didn’t even give out A’s, no matter how good you did.

There was also this old witch who would always be in his room, and they would always be conversing about how to make the students life more miserable. One thing they liked to do was not tell you when the class was in the computer lab, and then give you a tardy when you got their late. He also coached freshman basketball, and JV football. So if he had you in one of his classes and you played on one of his teams, you got benched almost the whole year. The weirdest thing he did was not let you drink bottled water, but he would drink it himself even though he said he wouldn’t.