Something odd. We got a new English teacher friday,and she looks like freaking UMBRIDGE from Harry Potter. SERIOUSLY!!!

Here is my little monologue:

I met the new English teacher. And I read her online speech--sort of. I kind of got bored halfway through and ran off to do something more interesting, like clean my toenails. I didn't listen to her when she made the same speech at the Back to School assembly either. I was kind of lost in thought...What was I thinking about? Well, my internal monologue went something like this:

Is that the new teacher? She's kind of huge. She looks like a toad. What's her name again? Why do I care? I'll just call her Toady Wartface. Or maybe Madame Toadhead. Or maybe Your Royal Hugeness. OH! OH! How about Holy Crap Lose Some Weight, Fatty! Wonder if she'd squash Sophie's chihuahua if she sat on it. She probably would. Maybe she has already...that'd be nice. Then it'd stop bugging me 24/7. Guess I'll just have to wait 'til we get into the dorm to see...if Sophie's going "Here, Angile,Here Boy!" and Fatty has a small tail...well, we'll know what happened...