Yet Another Incident With My English Teacher…
I swear, I'm like a magnet for drama, and Mrs. Hayfer is like the ultimate drama queen. Today's incident in English class was like the icing on the cake - or should I say, the cherry on top of the drama sundae?
So, we're sitting in class, and Mrs. Hayfer is droning on and on about some boring poem. I'm zoning out, thinking about my next guitar riff, when suddenly, she calls on me to read a passage aloud. Now, I'm not exactly the most enthusiastic reader, and I'd rather be jamming on my guitar than stuck in a stuffy classroom, but I try to play it cool. I grab the book, and just as I'm about to start reading, I notice Megan, this totally gorgeous girl in my class, giving me the eye. I mean, who can resist a beautiful girl, right? So, I give her a sly smile, and she blushes. Yeah, I know, I'm a pro.
Anyway, back to Mrs. Hayfer. She's got this look of pure disgust on her face, like I just farted in class or something. She's like, "Drake, focus!" And I'm like, "Chill, Mrs. Hayfer, I've got this." But she's not having it. She starts lecturing me about paying attention, and I'm like, "Dude, I was paying attention - to Megan over there." Okay, maybe I didn't say that out loud, but I was thinking it.
Next thing I know, Mrs. Hayfer is taking away my phone because I "wasn't taking the lesson seriously." Like, what's the big deal? I'm still sitting there, aren't I? It's not like I'm skipping class or anything (although, that's not a bad idea). I try to reason with her, but she's not having it. She's all, "You need to take responsibility, Drake," and I'm all, "Responsibility? You're the one who's being dramatic, Mrs. Hayfer."
I mean, come on, the woman has it out for me. She's always on my case about something. Can't she just chill? I'm trying to get an education here (or at least, pretend to). I'm not asking for much. Just a little understanding, maybe a participation grade or two (wink, wink).
After class, I'm talking to Megan, and she's all, "Drake, you're so funny," and I'm like, "Thanks, babe." Yeah, I know, I'm a charmer. But then she asks me if I want to study together for the next test, and I'm like, "Uh, sure...I mean, yeah, that sounds awesome." Okay, maybe I was a little hesitant, but who can resist those piercing blue eyes?
Now, I know what you're thinking - "Drake, you're such a player." And yeah, maybe I am. But hey, it's not like I'm hurting anyone. I'm just living life to the fullest, one flirtation at a time.
As I'm walking out of class, I see Mrs. Hayfer giving me the stink-eye. I just smile and wink at her, because, let's face it, I'm Drake Parker, and I always come out on top. Bring it on, Mrs. Hayfer. Bring. It. On.