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Tuesday 12 November 2013
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P.Hearty
Everyone has teachers they love, teachers they hate, and teachers that are just opinion-less. But, boy do we have an opinion on our teacher, Mr.Hearty.
So basically, from the moment Hearty walked in, no one liked him. He was rude, snide, annoying and fat. Sorry, to all those fat people out there, but I’m sure Hearty doesn’t have many good things to say about us either.
So yes, we hated him, and I’m sure many others in the class did too. Anyway, we all spilled into that dreaded classroom and sat in our allocated seats. The lesson begun as usual and we endured what we thought would be a normal (well for Mr Hearty) English lesson.
We all put up with the usual remarks that Hearty made- some were laughable, others were just plain cruel, and the minority were rather patronising. We lounged around, reading, until he whipped out a spelling test, and we sat there writing words that haven’t been used in 1000 years, such as ‘impromptu’ and ‘thorax’. And he took his usual place, sitting in his chair behind the desk and gazing- rather suspiciously- at the computer screen which was angled so that no one could see it.
As we got on with our spellings, a strange music drifted through the classroom walls. It gradually became louder and we could make out a few of the words. Some of these included a strange howling noise and, ”And moreeeeeee”. Everybody looked at each other weirdly, looking for an answer. As the music progressed, we started to recognise the woman's singing voice. It was the weird music teacher – Ms Waukee.
Everyone was a bit startled, slowly more and more people began trying not to laugh in the otherwise pin-drop quiet room. Hearty, on the other hand, seemed almost oblivious to the laughter. It seemed to draw his attention away from what ever was on that computer screen, and the whole class watched as he became fixated on the tune. Suddenly, he leapt out of his chair, mumbled a quick explanation, and charged out of the room, knocking a few pupils flying in the process.
All intrigued as to what was on that computer screen, we all scurried to his desk. We looked in dismay as we came to the realisation as to what he must of been looking at every Thursdays lesson as we’d had spellings. Something very inappropriate for school computer use. I cannot say anything more on that specific topic, but the rest, you can guess.
Suddenly, the howling next door stopped, and everyone dived back to their seats just as Hearty came barrelling back through the door, his buttons bulging, his eyes wide. A rather impromptu entrance, if I do say so myself. He sat back down in his seat, and continued to gaze at the screen, unknowing that we all knew incredibly well what he was looking at...
THORAX
So basically, from the moment Hearty walked in, no one liked him. He was rude, snide, annoying and fat. Sorry, to all those fat people out there, but I’m sure Hearty doesn’t have many good things to say about us either.
So yes, we hated him, and I’m sure many others in the class did too. Anyway, we all spilled into that dreaded classroom and sat in our allocated seats. The lesson begun as usual and we endured what we thought would be a normal (well for Mr Hearty) English lesson.
We all put up with the usual remarks that Hearty made- some were laughable, others were just plain cruel, and the minority were rather patronising. We lounged around, reading, until he whipped out a spelling test, and we sat there writing words that haven’t been used in 1000 years, such as ‘impromptu’ and ‘thorax’. And he took his usual place, sitting in his chair behind the desk and gazing- rather suspiciously- at the computer screen which was angled so that no one could see it.
As we got on with our spellings, a strange music drifted through the classroom walls. It gradually became louder and we could make out a few of the words. Some of these included a strange howling noise and, ”And moreeeeeee”. Everybody looked at each other weirdly, looking for an answer. As the music progressed, we started to recognise the woman's singing voice. It was the weird music teacher – Ms Waukee.
Everyone was a bit startled, slowly more and more people began trying not to laugh in the otherwise pin-drop quiet room. Hearty, on the other hand, seemed almost oblivious to the laughter. It seemed to draw his attention away from what ever was on that computer screen, and the whole class watched as he became fixated on the tune. Suddenly, he leapt out of his chair, mumbled a quick explanation, and charged out of the room, knocking a few pupils flying in the process.
All intrigued as to what was on that computer screen, we all scurried to his desk. We looked in dismay as we came to the realisation as to what he must of been looking at every Thursdays lesson as we’d had spellings. Something very inappropriate for school computer use. I cannot say anything more on that specific topic, but the rest, you can guess.
Suddenly, the howling next door stopped, and everyone dived back to their seats just as Hearty came barrelling back through the door, his buttons bulging, his eyes wide. A rather impromptu entrance, if I do say so myself. He sat back down in his seat, and continued to gaze at the screen, unknowing that we all knew incredibly well what he was looking at...
THORAX
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