Maths Just Got Worse

For some reason that I do not know, our maths proffesor resigned. Now we have a new one. This one is named Proffesor Lawrence, and he talks in class about becoming "independant learners" while not teaching us anything. He tells us to read from the text, do a certain number of problems featured in the book, and tells us that our books will help us learn independently, and he does not allow pocket calculators. He tells us that he doesn't care if we like him or not, and that his heart is a little black thing. He's got potential, huh? Yeah, potential to fail us all. And he happened to start teaching today, on a test day! He gave us a test on stuff we learned, but put it in a confusing format and took points off if we didn't do it his way. When he gave the exams back, I had a 20 because I didn't put it in the correct format. It stunk! I am sooo mad.

Anyway, the boys finally got to doing their prank on Prof. Hunter. It was hilarious! They put a stink pellet in his office, making him run out. This was no ordinary pellet, either; it was a time bomb! When he ran out, there was water everywhere, so he slipped and fell into a strategically placed bucket of pink paint. By knocking the bucket over, the string attatched to the handle got pulled and the bucket of orange paint tied to the ceiling fell on him. Now he has to go all day in his spoiled clothes, because all of the clothes that he owns were stuck under the floor boards. Of course, he didn't know that. BTW, his power is speed and that is why he makes us run. So, we got him back and the boys are now known as the schools greatest pranksters.

Also, Rory had his arms around my shoulders this morning, and the new professor saw us. He said "Eww! Not so early in the morning! Do that on your own time! Gross." Then he took five bank notes from the clan vault! That is the money that is used to go on field trips with our clan. It is so unfair!