Today, in English class, we had to write a biography of ourselves. During the last couple classes, we've been learning basic questions like "What are you favorite films?" or "What are your parents' professions?" Needless to say, I've been pretty much just sitting there. So today we had to use the information from those questions to write at least 250 words of biography-type sentences. It was really easy for me, obviously and I wrote at least 300 words in about 10 minutes. After sitting around for another 5 minutes, I decided to rewrite my paper because the plume fountain pens here are hard to write with and my biography wasn't exactly the neatest in its current state. I was taking out a piece of paper when the teacher said to me "That's what I thought: you rushed through it the first time and now you have to redo it". I know, what you're thinking, I was too ("What a ******* ****!), especially since my English is better-sounding and more socially correct than her's and what she's teaching the class. Anyway, she said that and I said "No, I'm just doing a second draft to improve my handwriting". Now here's the part that gets me: she nodded and said "Uh-huh..." really sarcastically! I hate when teachers are like that! She thinks that just because I already know English I'm too conceited to write a good first draft. So anyway, I finished copying the biography and handed it in to her: both copies! I wish I could be there to see the look on her face when she reads them and realizes not a single word is changed from on copy to the other! But really, I'm changing my class this week. It's not even just that, she's always like that all the time. She's so rude to the students and everyone hates her.
However, I'm now not mad at all because I got a package in the mail today. From my grand-parents. In Switzerland: