Half way done
It’s so weird, half the year is gone. Idk, I’m probably alone on the whole being shocked thing. It doesn’t feel like half a school year has gone by and then again I still think its freshman year. I have to admit that English is my favorite class (sorry Olmstead). I am also sorry for pissing half (or all) of you guys off. I know I’m loud and annoying. But seriously, this class is the best. Wasserman, though it pains me to do so, I have to admit you are one of my favorite teachers. I know our class drives you insane and everything, but we all really do love your class. It’s weird, it feels like we haven’t learned anything because we mess around so much, but I was going over stuff for midterms and I can remember everything we have done. I hope I’m not the only one, because then that would put a damper on the whole “our class is the best” theory I have. I hope the rest of the year turns out to be as good as the first part, and Wasserman I hope we don’t convince you to stop teaching because you really are one of the best teachers I have ever had.
p.s. I apologize if this sucks, I am writing on my sister’s laptop, so it’s kind of throwing me off.
