Journal Entry #3
09/09/2019
My Take on the Assignment
Sometimes I wonder if Fitz even knows what our lives are like. I mean, he gives us weird writing assignments and leaves out things like, well, details. It’s like all he knows how to do is assign work. Oh, yes, and of course, writing is the only essential skill we need to learn, even though in the same breath he says things like, “Nobody cares about you...” That’s just mean on every level.
But there he is right now, leaning back in his rattly old chair, pecking away on his computer, checking the “big brother” app on his iPad that lets him see if we are “irresponsibly” using our iPads. Since nobody cares about us, I guess he won’t even find the time to care about me, so I will just type away and try to get this stupid assignment finished before the due date--which is on a day when we don’t even have class.
I think I’ll complain to my advisor about him. That will teach him to think outside the box. Maybe Mr. Boonisar will haul him into his office and threaten to fire him unless he becomes a better teacher--one that lets us do what we want. (Only kidding) (actually, no, not really).
Uh, oh... Fitz just asked me to put my work on the humungo TV in our classroom. How humiliating! Now he is going to point out everything I have done wrong with this assignment. Here it comes. He is even standing up. This is bad...
Actually, it wasn’t that bad. He even said--in front of the whole class--that my writing is pretty good. He even had a few good ideas for how to make my writing piece better.
Whoa...and look. I got an A on this.
[This is exactly 300 words]