How are You Coming Along?

Today we had a substitute, and I just call her Ew because I hate her and she has 'Ew' in her name. Anyhow, today during math, she came over and told my friend and me to stop drawing and to work on math. And if there is one thing I hate about myself, it's that whenever someone tells me 'no', I practically start crying, and go into this melancholy state, where I don't feel like doing anything. So, seeing as Ew told us stop doing that, which is basically the same thing as no, I went into my depression state. Later, Ew came over and asked us how we were doing on the assignment, and if we understood. We both said yes, and Ew left. A few minutes later, the high school girl who comes and helps out in our class asked how we were coming along on our assignment. Slightly annoyed, we told her we were doing well and understood everything. A few minutes later, the mom who volunteers in our class asked how we were doing. Quite frustrated, I said, "Gosh, why can't you people stop asking me this?!?" She is a pretty good-tempered lady, and apologized for asking how I was. Then, a few minutes later, Ew came up to us and asked us how we were coming along again. This time I was really ticked off. She should have known better! She already asked us once! Quite angry, I shouted, "I'm fine! You asked me before, and I said I was fine! I'm still fine! Please leave me alone!" Apparently, Ew hadn't been yelled at before, and was not happy about it. "I am the teacher, and stopping by to see how you're doing is my job. And seeing you talking with your friend over here looks like you don't understand what I'm teaching." She sounded mad, but she hadn't raised her voice, because she didn't want to attract attention. "Well excuse me for wanting to work in peace, and for the record, I hardly talked to my friend during this assignment." I snapped. Ew doesn't seem to enjoy back-talk. "What is your name?" Her voice was sharp and demanding. Still posing a defiant face, I told her my name. She stalked off to her desk, probably to write a note to our teacher that I was being sassy. You see, I have only once been on a teacher's bad side, and even then, I wasn't far on their bad side, so this was a new experience for me. Since I've only once been on a teacher's bad side, I'm usually on their good side, and then some. So when our teacher finds this note saying I was naughty, he'll probably ship Ew off to a mental facility.