Our sophomore English teacher was gone on maternity leave for the entire first quarter of school. The substitute we had was sub-par (geddit?). Our entire class hated her and she was completely unused to teaching actual students, I would wager.
Anyway, one day, one of the girls in our class managed to convince the teacher that she had some rare affliction where she would occasionally cough up blood. Fast forward a few days. The student brought fake blood to school, coughed, and burst a blood packet in her hand. The substitute teacher bought it, and the girl went to the bathroom to proceed to "meet" with her boyfriend. She didn't come back until the next hour. The next day, the sub was gone and our regular teacher had returned, so the girl never even was questioned.
Little did we know at the time, but our regular teacher hadn't actually planned anything at all for the year. So my entire sophomore honors English experience went as follows: read Julius Caesar, read Of Mice and Men, go over grammar that we learned in 7th grade, do stupid skits and art projects, end of year exam. We (and by we, I mean me and a few of the other higher-ups in the class) had to correct her on many things, including grammar.
I didn't hate her as much as I did the sub (who was a complete fool), but I resented her for depriving me of an actual education for three quarters. It didn't prepare me at all for AP English Literature and Composition my junior year.
Anyway, one day, one of the girls in our class managed to convince the teacher that she had some rare affliction where she would occasionally cough up blood. Fast forward a few days. The student brought fake blood to school, coughed, and burst a blood packet in her hand. The substitute teacher bought it, and the girl went to the bathroom to proceed to "meet" with her boyfriend. She didn't come back until the next hour. The next day, the sub was gone and our regular teacher had returned, so the girl never even was questioned.
Little did we know at the time, but our regular teacher hadn't actually planned anything at all for the year. So my entire sophomore honors English experience went as follows: read Julius Caesar, read Of Mice and Men, go over grammar that we learned in 7th grade, do stupid skits and art projects, end of year exam. We (and by we, I mean me and a few of the other higher-ups in the class) had to correct her on many things, including grammar.
I didn't hate her as much as I did the sub (who was a complete fool), but I resented her for depriving me of an actual education for three quarters. It didn't prepare me at all for AP English Literature and Composition my junior year.