Wednesday, 7 October 2009
04:55:46 PM (GMT)
lmfao so, i'll have to tell you some backstory first.
mr. reed was our history teacher, until like a week ago.
(he couldn't handle this, bitches)
so we've had a floater in our room for a while.
oh god today
our new teacher came in.
and what does he say to break the ice, you ask?
"morning class. i'm mr. wallace. i'll be your history teacher,"
he says some more boring ass shit, and then
"so today, you can ask me any question you'd like, and i'll answer it."
now, so you can get the picture,
mr. wallace wears underarmor shirts under his work shirts.
and. he. is. smoking.
marc: "mr. wallace!"
w: "yes marc?"
(we wore nametags)
marc: "how many biddies you got?"
i couldn't stop laughing.
marc is the only black kid in our class.
and he is not ashamed to be ghetto.
w: "excuse me?"
mr. wallace's eyebrow is raised.
ricky: "you know! how many little mami's you got back home?"
ricky is the only latino in our grade.
the class can't stop laughing.
mr. wallace laughs.
w: "oh, my room's just overflowing with them."
amy: "you run a whorehouse?!"
the look on his face made me pee