The Mean Substitute
Dear Mr. John’s Son,
Sense you are the prince-apple, I am sending you this litter. It is bout the sub teacher we had in ELA class yesterday. She should be fired and told to never come back into hour school. She was reel mean and unfair and stuff.
At the start of class, we was just talking bout stuff and she made us sit down in our seats…IN OUR ASSIGNED SEATS!!! When she asked Bobby if he’s in his assigned seat, she yelled at him. He weren’t that far away from where he’s suppose to sit, so what was the big deal anyway?
And then she said that all of sale phones should be packed away, and got reelly upset when some of us had our phones in our laps. She woodn’t listen when we told her it was just a suggestion, kinda like a speed limit. Nobody follows it. But she woodn’t listen and started yelling at us and making us feel stooped.
And then, even wurse, she got reelly upset bout some of us helping each other with the thing we was to do. It was answering some questions about a story we had read the day befour. She cused us of copying each other’s answers. Well, the answers to the questions were the same. It didn’t madder who wrote them down. We was just helping each other, kinda like a team.
She took down names of kids who hadn’t done nothing wrong. I, for one, is a great ELA student and she said something that barassed me in front of the hole class. She said I had made a mass on my desk cause of the Cheetos I’d eaten and that we weren’t suppose to eat anything in class. I hadn’t eaten any brakefest so I’d hungry. When she told me to put the rest of my Cheetos away, I told her it was my rite as an American to eat them. She said reelly mean like that it was her right as a sub teacher to send me to the office. That reelly hurt my feelings and everybody was staring at me. If I had fainted in class cause of beun under nurished, it’d been her fault. Mr. John’s Son, I think she reelly hated kids and wanted to make life miserble for us.
And then she made us sit in our seats the hole time and only let one kid at a time go to the restroom. That is unfare! She should be fired and you should call her and tell her that she is mean. If I see her in one of my classes again, I’m gonna puke and run away.
Your Friend,
Billy Bob Baker
P.S. Our school is the best school ever, except for this sub teacher.
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