It started like this. Mr springfeld (our teacher, we thought.) was supposed to be in our class but apparently he was in rm 9.so we had a teacher called matua hemi. we thought he would be cool and so, he was a maori. (ill tell u later why i uesd italics for maori.) so we thought he was really cool because do you know, danny lee? the golf player? well matua had actully taught the little guy wen he was eight, how to use a golf bat! and hes apperently really rich. (matua) so we thought it was all going to be all sweet, but then came pat test. we had to turn our desks clockwise. (i dont know why he made us do it that way.) and then we had to read the book before we started so that if we didnt understand anything, he could tell us what it meant. i thought this was stupid. i mean, i thought it youve already read it, then you would already know the answers. jeez. and then we had to have name tags on our desks and we didnt even need, and i went up to get cellotape to stick it on. but apparently when i went up there, i was supposed to bring my nametag up with me for some apparent reason. so he growled me like i would use the cellotape for sumthing else (what would i? i mean, we only get one piece.) so i went back, got my nametag, and went up to get the cellotape i needed. but then we had pe. do you know what he mad eus do? made us lap the field 3 times, and our field is quite big. then we had to run and pass a netball, then a rugby ball. then we had to play basketball, but he kept stopping us because we werent doing it right. then he thought a by (a break from sports we had) was time for us to sit against the fence outside! but it was actully time to play. then we got angus at him and we thought he lied bout danny lee and stuff. so ya
bluebrunnette huffily signing out.