Okay! This is an all new fanfic based on what I really wish I could've said to a super-crazy teacher I had. Before I start the fic, however, you need to know all about the lady.
1) She doesn't teach her classes and she's bipolar! I mean, she let us sit, take out electronics, and talk but yelled when we started reading and doing our homework for other classes! And other days, we';ll just be waiting to see what she wants us to do and then she'll just blow up at nothing!
2) She stayed talking about her nasty medical issues! She told her classes all about how she has gout in her right knee and how she's always out of sick days! And about how she don't want ANYONE touching her insurance! Even about when she woke up in the middle of surgery for a pace-maker switch!
3) She's lonely and sad! She always when on and on about her husbands (YES! I said husbandS!) and how they always divorced! Call me crazy, but that's sad! And she's so lonely she asked two of my very best friends to help her make an eHarmony account! WTF?
4) SHE'S MESSY! I don't mean like food messy, I mean GOSSIP messy! She's a teacher so naturally she knows who's friends with who. Well, she'll go and talk about certain students TO THEIR BEST FRIENDS and wonder why so many kids hate her and why kids always go to the principle and guidance councelor about HER! She told another of my friends (Alice) that her friend (Cynthia) should go on a weight-loss program! And instead of going to the principal, Cynthia calmly went to the teacher and asked if it was true. THEN THE TEACHER STRAIGHT UP LIED!
5) She's racist! This is so messed up! Nobody even knows what fucked up planet she even comes from, but she has the nerve to start wreckin' (making fun of) on other peoples' religion and race! She called our whole class (which was 78% black) niggers and ghetto losers! Now, WTF IS WRONG WITH THAT PICTURE?
Last but not least:
6) SHE'S LIKE A HOBO! She constantly begs kids for food! She went in my lunchbox and ate my powdered doughnuts! And I couldn't say anything because she grades us on how much she LIKES us! (If that's not pedophilish, I don't know what is!)
Okay! You've heard all the basic (Yes people! BASIC!) things about the crackhead I called my social studies teacher. (Who, sadly, must remain nameless.)
Also! I named her after Karin simply because I don't like her.
Her actual appearance is a big O with a muffin top, two sticks for legs, and thinly disgusting orangey-blonde hair (that she dyed herself!)
ENJOY THE FIC! :)