Fourth period English is something I feel is worth sharing. Let’s just say, that my seventh grade year in English class was not normal. If you could imagine a twenty three year old JAP with blond hair, a mole, and spoke like a valley-girl, you would be imagining Miss. Behr.
Miss. Behr was not a normal teacher. In fact, I wouldn’t call her a teacher at all. That is unless you count knowing about her dog and her boyfriend important. Fourth period would always start with us going around the room saying an interesting fact about our selves. Once every one was done, Miss. Behr would say a fact about her self. And almost every day, her fact had something to with either how pretty she was or what a great swimmer she was. One time, she came into class with a dorky orange water bottle she bought at Waldbaums for $4.99 and modeled how “amazing” it was in front of the class. But the truly scary thing was that the next day, at least six kids came into class with the same water bottle.
Towards the end of the year, finals were coming and we hadn’t learned anything yet except about Miss. Behr’s personal life. I had completely given up trying to keep up with the rest of my friend’s English classes, so I decided that instead of studying, I would do something to pass the time.
It turned out, that my best friend Sami also hated her English teacher. So, we wrote a twenty seven page fantasy story about them. There was honestly no point in writing it and everything we put in it purposely made no sense. We ended up putting in a lot of other teachers from our school in it, but Miss. Behr and Miss. Familieghtti were the main characters.
This story was never meant to be discovered, especially by Miss. Behr or Miss. Familieghtti. But that wish of course, never came true. Sami and I were in the school library early on the last day of classes. That is until the bell rang meaning we were officially late. My advisory class was right next to my English class and somehow, the story must have slipped out of my binder onto the floor.
That day during ninth period math, we were watching National Treasure. That’s when I heard Miss.Fam reading the story to her class in the room across the hallway. Realizing what must have happened, a sinking feeling crept over me and I thought I was going to puke. It turned out; that the teachers found out it was us. I don’t exactly know how they knew it was us, but they did. Now whenever Sami and I are in the hallway and we see Miss. Behr or Miss.Fam, we can’t help but laugh. And every time we laughed, we got a dark look from them. By the end of finals, everyone seemed to know about the story and couldn’t stop talking about it.
That year, I ended out with 99.96 average in English. That pretty much explains Miss. Behr’s hatred towards me.
Now I am in eighth grade. But I guess god must hate me or something because Miss. Behr ended up switching grades and I have her again. But this year, Sami and I are going to write MUCH more than twenty seven pages.
