Mr O. sometimes confuses me... He can be really nice, or the exact opposite...
Background on Mr O:
- -Firstly and most importantly: He wears a sweater vest. (No, he doesn't have big fat arms and a skinny torso, and yes, his arms don't get cold. [If your a Demetri Martin fan, I hope you get this...])
- -He speaks "eloquently" as my mother puts it...So formal and fancy. I feel stupid in his class. I have never heard him say book. Only novel or novela. And such fancy vocabulary...
- -He has a scary smile. I'll walk by him at break, he will flash his freaky clown smile that makes me open my eyes wide in fear. This is what it looks like:
Okay, not really...But you get the point.
Anyways, today, as a class, we decided it would be lovely to establish a democracy within our own class. We serve as Congress, H&R, as well as the Senate. Mr O. is the Prez....
We just vote on everything, and when he veto's it, we overrule with a 2/3 vote. Hooray for no homework!
2 comments:
i'm gonna tell mr. o to check out ur blog... mischevious smile
ok that picture kinda creeps me out
ur blog scares me now
=/
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