Let me tell you a story. Here I am minding my own business in my photography class when something bad happened. My teacher started off the class saying, "How many of you said they took this class last year?" Seeing how I was the only one there at the time, I raised my hand. She points right at me and says that taking the class for the second time was illegal and I had to get out. So I had to remove myself from the classroom and change my schedule. Tough luck huh?Well this only happened because she had previously asked the class if anyone had taken photgraphy before. Myself and two others raised our hands. She asks me where I had taken the class, and I said they I had it last school year in the same classroom. By the way, I had a different teacher last year, and he was by far so much better than this lady. Anyways, she asked why I chose to take it again and I told her it was a fun class and that I wanted to try different things than last year. I didn't think anything of the questions, so I went back to business.
But like you already know, I was kicked out for really no good reason. Why would the school have let me put it on my schedule if it was "illegal"? Plus she hated my class, so she probably tried to remove a trouble maker. Bad choice, seeing how I hadn't done anything to her at all. But I was happy and sad at the same time. Happy because I was rid of this uber-mean teacher, and sad because all my friends were in that class. So as my final token to that class, I waved goodbye to everyone with a grin on my face as the she-devil glared at me.
