My teacher has the nerve to say “Next time edit it.”
1st Monday. I turned in the Narrative essay.
1st Wednesday. I asked him if he had read it. He said that he had but that it was really boring and did I have another story. I told him I just though of one that day and that I would write it an give it back to him.
1st Friday. I had written a four page long essay, about getting stuck on a mountain. And turned it in. But that was the same day that final drafts were being turned in from the other essays.
2nd Monday comes. This is the day we get the papers back. Only I didn’t become he left it in his office and forgot to read it. Well okay.
2nd Wednesday. I ask him first thing in class about my essay. He forgot to read it again.
2nd Friday. Class is cancelled because he has a “slitting headache”. Also happens to be the day dear hunting season starts.
3rd Monday. He still hasn’t read it.
3rd Wednesday. He has finally read it. He hands it back to me and he says “Next time edit it.”
Are you fucking kidding me? That’s fucking bullshit. I would have if I could have, but someone who like deer hunting and staining fences on there weekend instead of doing there job didn’t give me my fucking paper back.
God damn it. What do I do now? Post it on their Facebook?