Have you ever been stuck in a situation where you really had to use the bathroom, but for whatever reason, you couldn't? And you felt like you were going to explode? YEA. Welcome to my sitcom of a life. (Seriously! Someone pick this up and make my life a real TV show!) As you can tell from the category of this post, this one's gonna be a doozy.
SO... (I can't sugarcoat this) I hate my geometry teacher. She's been rude to me since my first day of class, and she calls me out and roasts me on a daily basis. She makes me uncomfortable with her upsetting comments whether she shares my poor grade with our entire class or she forgets how to graph (I'm not kidding), I'm not a fan. Whatsoever.
The last week however, I had really had enough.
She recently made a rule that if you go to the bathroom in the middle of class you receive a tardy for the day. I never use the restroom during her class (I have maybe twice AT MOST), but (TMI I KNOW) I really had to use the bathroom the other day.
I was sitting in class, checking the time, trying to make it pass faster, but nothing was working so I gave up. I raised my hand and asked to use the restroom, aaaaaaaand this is how it all went down.
"May I use the restroom?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
But it was the next four words I said that that really got the entire class to stop and stare.
"It's a feminine emergency," I said, looking directly into my teacher's eyes. The class had all turned to look at me by now, eyes wide and eyebrows raised. One of the girls in the front turned around and mouthed "Oh no you didn't" to me as I stifled a smile. I was just kind of fed up with her saying no, and I thought that if I told her my legitimate reason she'd let me leave. Clearly, I was wrong.
"You can leave if you want a tardy," she argued.
"I've gone to the bathroom in this class twice this year. I've never been out for too long or been roaming the halls with the pass. I really need to go to the bathroom."
"Well then I'd have to let everyone else just go, wouldn't I?"
"Well could I go without getting a tardy?" I asked for the last time.
"Well if you're looking to get a tardy then you can leave."
She stood there and looking into my eyes and the rest of the class watched the two of us have a mini stare-off. Keeping my eyes on hers, I got out of my desk and walked to get the hall pass. I knocked over the stapler on the way to get the pass, so everyone was still looking at me because I'm one heck of a loud disaster. As I grabbed the pass and made my way to the door I turned back one more time. Her eyes pierced through my soul. I walked out.
When I walked back in the class after using the restroom, she just continued to make awkward amounts of eye contact with me. If I didn't make this clear, I was incredibly peeved. So sitting in her classroom for the rest of the period was awful. The minute that bell rang though, I fled.
The next day, I got more eye contact and attitude, but let's be real, what's new?
Anywho, that's really it. I get attitude every day so it isn't like that's going to change. I just was really angry and I thought that it was a really funny story, so I guess it ended up here. Whoops. That's all. Sorry for the poor conclusion to the story...
Another day, Another blog!
Much Love,
Delaney Miller