This is my last full week of school

We started Romeo and Juliet in english class yesterday. To me, this pretty much sums up everything that is Harty, and the methods she has for teaching english. She doesn't even have a grade book. Remember when some student put acid in her coffee? Me either. And did anyone else notice that we were allowed to have scissors in her class to make our portfolio covers? She had a stash of them, safety ones with blue and hot pink handles in the cabinet by my desk. Whatever happened to the agreement she had with the school about the restriction of scissors in her classroom? I never heard anything about the kid she tried to stab. I don't even blow my nose in her class, let alone school. I wonder if she'll still think blowing your nose during her class is rude and disrepectful next year. I'm curious to see what the incoming freshmen will think, shooting their snot in the hallway. And why does she have so many cans of soda in her desk? We're not even allowed any type of food or beverage during school after the pot brownies incident.

So miscellaneous, all of these stories about her. I guess it fits though. She's like the fucking definition of miscellaneous. I'll get you an autograph.