needless to say, i was pissed. especially as a yknow, petite lil teenage asian girl. who the hell was she to judge me? she doesn't even know me! what kind of teacher would tell a student "um... so you pretty much suck, give up now"? do you seriously think i should respect her and her stupid purple socks she wears with her keds?
i somehow remember a friend suggesting that it might just be her way of motivating. so, i got pissed at him too. but when all is said and done, maybe it WAS motivation ...or maybe she was just a jerk. though i still believe the latter, it's kinda like the movie we watched friday night. mr. woodock was a jerk coach, but despite his negative and harsh ways, he made a difference in people's lives, usually not directly or ideally. it's all in how you look at it.
as for MY mr. woodcock, she made me demand to be respected. i may be small, i may be shy, but, like i always say, i am smarter than i look! though not directly or ideally, she made me realize that i can give people my own personal can of whoopass through my actions and my accomplishments. and well, for those that don't respect me, you don't deserve my respect anyway. your loss.
nani nani boo boo.
and for all you non-believers out there... look what i found!!
BOO-YAH!! suckaaaa-
*boogie woogie*
weekly update:
- mon, 2/18 - berry berry - tracy
- thurs, 2/21 - going away lunch for tonya at carraba's - coworkers
- fri, 2/22 - potluck & mr. woodcock - friends