Substitute Teachers

Here's the thing about substitute teachers.

They can either suck, or rock.

In my current case, it sucks. Oh, it sucks like- never mind, probably shouldn't go there while I'm at school.

She is probably the grouchiest old woman in the universe. Today, I have her for my advisory and my cooking class. Perfect. Just perfect. We can't do anything without hearing "You are't doing that right." "Get your butt off the counter, ladies." "Put your hair back more." "I'll write you up." "No." "Wrong." "You're teacher will hear about this."
Like, bro, all we were doing, was making pie crust, last time she subbed for us, and she said that what our teacher told us was wrong and that her was the right way. Sure lady, sure.

And now we're making latkes and kolaches and pancakes and those are some of the hardest things to make while the teacher isn't here. Except pancakes. Those are easy af.

Ya feel me?
Well, you should.

No one can stand her and I'm surprised she hasn't kicked the bucket by now. She's probably 3,000,000 years old with a butyraceous voice that makes you cringe when you hear it.

According to my friend Holly, she has a boyfriend. Yeah, totally. Like someone would want to date someone as mean as her.