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Gremlin in training

I decided I wanted to practice what the last sample essay taught me- attack the reader. So Sara Zachariah this was for you. 



Everyday I leave English class with a red-headed gremlin attacking my vertically challenged stature. But that’s not how she says it, because she is the least politically correct person I have ever known. She shamelessly draws monkeys on the table to depict her brown friends in her monstrous portraits. She derogatorily dubs me the title of a “Northie” while proceeding to wince in disgust. She stereotypes people and pokes fun at them. “Sometimes people do dumb stuff and fall in the toilet-mostly drunk people”.  As a result…well…I think it’s pretty clear when you see her walk alone in the hallways. 


She only seems to be polite when she wants something, which is almost always attention. She hugs you or not so subtly compliments you. I can’t give you a quote for this though because I think she gave up on this strategy a long time ago. Even if you do her a favor, she doesn’t even bother to say thank you but instead flips you off and says words inappropriate for school. How can she ever master the art of political correctness if she doesn’t even know the meaning of respect? I’ve seen as she’s knocked off papers off of a teacher’s desk and talks back to them when confronted. Poor Mr. Prowse. I’m sure she’s Mrs. Valentino’s bestie though because they’re basically the same people that love to stand on chairs and say the most out of pocket things. “It’s always the Russians”-but she’s a case study for another blog. 


But really, this is what makes them so lovable. As much diplomacy as pcness has to offer, sometimes honesty provides a little more.


Comments

  1. bismaad kaurMarch 17, 2024 at 1:09 PM

    You definitely pulled this off way better than me, clearly I struggle with being mean. Please don't kill me for being too nice!

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  2. Divya DwarakanathMarch 17, 2024 at 2:46 PM

    This was such a cute blog ngl, both yours and Bismaad's were so accurate. I wouldn't pity Mr. Prowse too much since he ended up retaliating anyways LOL 💀

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  3. Varsha SeshadriMarch 17, 2024 at 3:56 PM

    I liked how you used the word "case study" to describe Mrs. Valentino. This post was absolutely hilarious and completely accurate- Sara scares me every day at 7:15 during first hour and it's so nice to have someone care for you that much but also I never expect her coming! I look forward to seeing the case study on Mrs. Valentino soon :) (love you, Sara <3)

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  4. SLZMarch 17, 2024 at 9:05 PM

    I'm glad to know that you are always thinking about me 😏
    Also that's literally a drawing of Traffic Cone, not Swathi... are you implying that all Indians look the same???
    I drew a monkey and then Swathi said that she was a monkey!!! She initiated itttttt
    And the statement about drunk people is sadly true. While most people who drown in the toilet are young kids the second largest population are those who are inebriated.
    I do complement you every day!!! I call you Cutie for goodness sake! Also name one time I flipped you off?!? Especially after you did something nice for me...
    I think you're only bullying me because I'm Asian... tsk tsk tsk... what a bad person... disappointing.
    But actually speaking, I'm glad you see my comments for what they are. A way to connect over things we have in common (except for your short stature Shorty, I've always been tall). I'm glad you love me enough to dedicate a whole blog to me. :) I love youuuuuuu 😘

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  5. AnonymousMarch 18, 2024 at 4:51 PM

    it not only related to your class but even my class shows the same attitude and there are the same mischievous things which go on. some were remembered due to the piece.

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