The Teacher From Hell Ding! Dong! Ding! Dong! The dismissal bell just went off. As I was leaving the classroom, my teacher, Mr. Rase, the one I hate the most called me over and said “Jake Hazel, are you ready for the test”
I quickly responded with a head nod and said, “Yeah I think I’ll be ready.”
Mr. Rase then gobbled on by saying, “Fail is going to be what’s written all over your test!”
So I quickly turned around and left the classroom, the only thing that I had going through my head was Mr. Rase stroking his long 2 foot beard and stamping the word “FAIL” in all capital letters on my test.
It was about three o’clock when I arrived home. I grabbed my backpack and sprinted inside because of the thunder. I ran into my room, shut my door, …show more content…
I can’t get him out of my head. All he does is fail people on purpose because it pleases him!” My dad responded, “Jake, just do your best, you only get one shot at thisLater that night, I was laying in bed. It was around eleven o 'clock, and all I could think about was my teacher failing me on this test. I thought to myself that I knew how important this was to everyone in the class, so maybe he 'd fail us all. He was the only thing I could think about. About two hours later I still could not sleep, not because I was worried, but because all I could still think about was my teacher stroking his beard and laughing at me while he stamps “FAIL” all over my test.
That morning I woke up with a headache, only getting about three hours of sleep. I got dressed without showering and just showed up to the classroom. I signed myself up on the wrong day to take this, which is why forever in my life, I could call this the worst Friday ever! Only nineteen of thirty one kids in the class showed up, which means they paid their way out. When the devil himself, Mr. Rase showed up, he already had a bunch of victims tests in his hand, and his red marker to show how much they failed. Even if you know for sure you got a ninety percent on the test, you end up getting a forty or thirty percent on the test. I finished the first two parts quite early so I thought I 'd check them over. When I finished, the whole test after a five hour period, I was so nervous on handing my test in. I wanted to wait as long as I could to see if I could give my test to a different teacher that came in. Finally when he said “Pencils down little devils, I 'm collecting the test!” everyone panicked, and had their heads down walking up to give him the
I quickly responded with a head nod and said, “Yeah I think I’ll be ready.”
Mr. Rase then gobbled on by saying, “Fail is going to be what’s written all over your test!”
So I quickly turned around and left the classroom, the only thing that I had going through my head was Mr. Rase stroking his long 2 foot beard and stamping the word “FAIL” in all capital letters on my test.
It was about three o’clock when I arrived home. I grabbed my backpack and sprinted inside because of the thunder. I ran into my room, shut my door, …show more content…
I can’t get him out of my head. All he does is fail people on purpose because it pleases him!” My dad responded, “Jake, just do your best, you only get one shot at thisLater that night, I was laying in bed. It was around eleven o 'clock, and all I could think about was my teacher failing me on this test. I thought to myself that I knew how important this was to everyone in the class, so maybe he 'd fail us all. He was the only thing I could think about. About two hours later I still could not sleep, not because I was worried, but because all I could still think about was my teacher stroking his beard and laughing at me while he stamps “FAIL” all over my test.
That morning I woke up with a headache, only getting about three hours of sleep. I got dressed without showering and just showed up to the classroom. I signed myself up on the wrong day to take this, which is why forever in my life, I could call this the worst Friday ever! Only nineteen of thirty one kids in the class showed up, which means they paid their way out. When the devil himself, Mr. Rase showed up, he already had a bunch of victims tests in his hand, and his red marker to show how much they failed. Even if you know for sure you got a ninety percent on the test, you end up getting a forty or thirty percent on the test. I finished the first two parts quite early so I thought I 'd check them over. When I finished, the whole test after a five hour period, I was so nervous on handing my test in. I wanted to wait as long as I could to see if I could give my test to a different teacher that came in. Finally when he said “Pencils down little devils, I 'm collecting the test!” everyone panicked, and had their heads down walking up to give him the