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The Contract

Hello my dears. It has been far too long since I have written. I hope that you are all well. I am able to write now because I am in Spanish class with a computer. hehehe. No worries, I did my work last night. SO guess what.
This girl got a job.
Yep. How awesome is that? I know.
{Who do you work for? What is your job?}
Well, I work for Dawn Caudill Photography as assistant photographer and official blogger. (My employer must've heard about my writing abilities.)  😜
I hope to have the first post out by Friday. I just need to add photos. I would have done it last night, but my employer was tired so maybe tomorrow after school.
Speaking of, you might be wondering how school is going. It is going pretty well. Last week we had our semester exams. That was interesting. They totally jacked up the schedule for these two hour per class tests. I passed all eight. (including lunch)
JK, there was no lunch test. I am on the boy's soccer team now. IDK if I told you that. I got a soccer sweater. I wear it like every day. Now I no longer have to borrow my friend's. HEHE. SCORE. Um...let's see...what else has been happening lately?
My friend got Baptized on Sunday. That was really exciting. I am so happy that she got saved.
Yesterday was interesting. It was mostly a normal day with the exception of fifth period. My English teacher is out to get us I think. The woman has put in place some absurd rules. (As if that isn't bad enough) She instructed every student to sign a contract showing that they acknowledge these rules. I was so infuriated at her rules that I began to see stars. Nostrils flaring, foot tapping. I would not stand for these rules.
{What were the rules, Cowgirl?}
Rules that declared she would take 20 points off of our grade if we so much as misplaced  a comma in our header, or 15 points for every day that our work was late.
Now before I go on, I understand that most teachers are allowed to take points off for late work, however, the teachers at this particular school signed a contract saying that they would not retract points for late work on the grounds that this is a habit issue and not an academic one. That is probably the part about this that makes me the most angry. But let me continue. She also had the most absurd rules like, you know how on lined paper there are the two red lines? And how you've always been told not to write past the one on the right hand side? She says that all of our teachers are wrong for saying that. Write to the edge of the paper!
First, you aren't winning my favour by bashing all of my English teachers. (One of which was my mom.) Second, you're the only teacher in the world that wants us to write to the edge of the paper.
You know how lined paper has a giant space on top for your title? And how even on the second page you don't start there? Yeah, well she says that on your second page of whatever you are writing, you start your paragraph in that special spot set aside for a title. I just about barfed in my mouth.
The woman has lost her mind.
She also harped on us about putting quotations around our title. (Or underlining the title) At first it was like whatever. But she took it too far when she said, "Then you would be quoting yourself. You don't quote yourself. Unless you're Donald Trump."
She, at this point, has disrespected both my mother, and the president of the United States. We do not do this here. My friend Jordan (Jordynn?) said something commendable though. After her comment on president Trump, he firmly told her, "That was unnecessary." When she began to argue, he repeated himself.
She told us all of her new rules, not in the kind way of someone trying to improve her students' work, but rather with hatred, venom and sass. She doesn't care if we like her. She told us. But then she goes and says, "I love you."
Crazy Lady.
She held up a petition type contract and told us, "I need you to sign this." She explained that it shows we acknowledge her new rules so that when our parents come whining to her she will just shove it in their face and say that their child signed. The way she spoke this narrative was so horrible. She acted as if our parents were stupid. She called us babies. She told us to sign.
As the paper was passed around the room, I watched as each of my fellow classmates sign their voice away. Finally it came to me. I did not even look at it as I passed the contract to my teacher's next victim. I am not stupid. I am not a baby. I will not silently take this. I will not sign unless she forces my hand. I may fail English. My teacher may hate me.
Whatever.
I am not going to let my friends just take this. I am taking it to the principal. I will let you guys know how this goes. For now, I must depart. The period is about to end so I must sign out of this computer. Wish me good words and wisdom. Have a great day, guys.

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