I just walked past Cecil Baldwin in the street. But me and mum realised that it was him too late to get a photo. It would have been weird if we’d ran back to him. Oh my god.
I hate my geography teacher so much oh my god. He makes me more and more uncomfortable by the day. He basically creates scenarios to make him look like the good guy. He actually had a go at me the day after a friend of mine had died because I’d blanked him in the morning and ‘it isn’t his fault’. We basically had to split up the memorial flowers and take them to different classrooms and I had to take them to his and I walked in and he goes ‘so why are you in such a bad mood with me?’ and I’m like ‘why do you think?’ and he’s like ‘well that’s not my fault is it?’ And then even though he knows what the hell is wrong he does something super creepy and asks one of my friends what’s up with me and she’s like ‘WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK’. Oh my god he’s such a creep I don’t greet every teacher on my way in to school let alone when I’m feeling like shit.
There’s an autistic girl in my class who doesn’t always do the work and he draws the class’s attention to her when everyone else is silent. He makes ‘spoiled girl’ jibes at me and my friend. Like I have this habit where I spin my headphones and I walked into the classroom one day spinning them and accidentally hit them against the doorframe and he goes ‘but mummy and daddy will buy you a new pair won’t they?’ He’s just so inappropriate.