All Mixed Up

Amanda Boyer

Creative writing

The Teacher

Ginny[Author ID1: at Wed May 21 14:14:00 2008 ]Natalie[Author ID1: at Wed May 21 14:14:00 2008 ]

He held a hell of a debate with my mother that afternoon. Insisting that I should buckle down and focus more on his class. Seriously? I don't even like Potions class. It could possibly be the most annoying, uptight subject to ever be invented. Professor Snape my Potions teacher makes it even more of a boring subject. Listening to the garbage he spews out of his mouth every afternoon is worse than sitting through a star trek marathon. Just because I don't suck up to him, I apparently don't apply myself. I loathe him.

My mother saw my grade for last quarter and immediately thought that the bad grade was my fault. I told her the truth though. He hates me and wants me to fail. Miserably. He always looks at me in class. It's really creepy. Sometimes, I think he might be trying to pierce a whole in my head with his brain. My mom scheduled a parent teacher conference with him to sort out everything and really see what the problem is. As soon as he said, " Your daughter is a very lazy student" my mom freaked! She was determined to argue on my behalf that I am a sweet, hard working, misunderstood adolescent.

Being in high school is hard enough with out having a teacher out to get you all the time, not to mention I'M A WIZARD FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! Why should I bother wasting my time on something as worthless as potions class? I have more important things to worry about, like money and boys. That evil group of girls that try to trip me in the Great Hall at lunch, oh and boys!

He's such a weird teacher. I can't get over him. He doesn't really seem like the type but I can swear to god that I feel him breathing down my neck sometimes. He's tall and all the girls in my class are creeped out by him. The cower when he talks. I just want to sleep though. His features make him seem like he might have been Dracula in another life. He always wears a robe with and black slacks. His flat greasy black hair and crooked smile only provide for a false façade when he teaches young impressionable girls like me. He tries to be your pal or your buddy, but I see right through him.

Everything about him makes me hate him more and more each day. Even though he's a complete creep there's something about his eyes that freak me out more than anything else about him. His eyes make me unusually uneasy for some reason. I feel like he can tell what I'm thinking. I try very hard not to think in his class though.[Author ID1: at Mon Mar 31 11:25:00 2008 ]

Realizing that he has to be the most annoying human being on the face of the earth helps ease my grade situation a little though. Everything was fine in his class until I got detention one day...

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