This ain't a diary. Why are ye' lookin'?

[Doc Worth]

Day One

I don't remember half the day, but I think it's because I was high half the time and thank god for Lamont giving me drugs before I went to my first day.
My first class was utter crap. I have ponies as students and some chick who obviously wants to be raped. Even worse, one of my student's dogs peed on the floor. But the worst part is...


Conrad is one of my students.

I don't know why he's here, but I already want him OUT.
Oh well, I'll deal with him my own way. Plus, the little fag's gotta eat, so I can always torture him some deal.

And we all know what that means.


Anyway, I got poems to give to Lamont or Hanna to grade.




Worth.

[Doc Worth]

Day Two

So apparently I got Conrad drunk from my own blood. It was beyond hilarious, though I wasn't laughing myself because, well, I was nearly passed out.

I'm still hating it here. There's a assfuck of a teacher who teaches History and I want to pummel him into the ground.
He thinks he's soo cool, but he really isn't.

And all the stupid students I have, dear god. I know how to speak English, and I know grammar. Obviously I will be able to teach it. This isn't a stupid speech class, it's just reading and writing. NOT speaking. They shouldn't be the ones to judge.

So after giving me a bunch of crap like that, I decided to give them homework. Heh, the little brats won't know what hit them.

Now I have to go serve detention with two little trouble makers.

Sigh, this should be fun.

Adios,

Me.