Next week is finals week, and thank goodness. I think everyone, students and teachers alike, are sick and tired of Japanese class. Eight hours a week together is just too many. Blazer Sensei's fuse was particularly short today- and it was first period! Usually it takes us at least two periods to wear her down.
This morning I walked into the classroom.
The bell rang.
Knowing that 2 out of 10 total homework points hung precariously in the balance, I positioned myself squarely in front of the Pink Box of Doom and set my backpack in front of it so the professor would understand that I was in the process of submitting my homework and would mercifully keep the box open five seconds longer.
And as I opened my backpack to get out my homework, Blazer Sensei closes the Box right in front of me.
Dirty little...
In a move of unabashed rebellion, I opened the Pink Box and slipped my homework inside. Blazer Sensei undoubtedly saw it, and will probably mark my homework as late nonetheless. Sayonara, 2 homework points.
I guess it serves me right for being late to class.
Oh wait.
I WASN'T.
Yes, I think everyone needs winter vacation badly.
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When Sensai closed the box you should've faked the mother of all convulsions.
Gosh, that sensei seems to have somehow gotten another oaktree up her oshiri again with that pink box of doom. Seriously, that's pretty ridiculous, I mean, you are in class and turning it in and nope, no turning it in for you. I'd be P.O.'ed!
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