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Diary Entry 2: Random Word Essay: Binders
(This was a piece that I wrote improv by picking a word out of a hat and then writing the first thing that came to mind. I didn't mean for it to be about my freshman math teacher, but it ended out that way... o.O)
You can tell a lot about a person based off the condition and the contents of their binder. If they're organized, how “smart” they are, how they think and so on so forth. In fact, I believe a binder tells a story. Everyone has had a binder, it's something everyone can relate to. My binder always seemed to be graveyard for old papers. Tests and Final Exams were never studied for, based off of the sole fact that I could never find any of my study-guides. It didn't matter anyway, I passed them all. All except math. Mathematics and arithmetic were kinda like torture for me. Numbers would dance around in my head, taunting me, mocking me. It was terrible. You could tell I never payed attention in that class based off of the immense amount of doodles on all of my pathetic notes and papers. I doodled in all the other classes, just not as much. My other grades were always really good, so my mother didn't really worry about it too much, but every once in a while she'd yell and I'd be forced to talk to the fat lard that posed as a teacher. I know it is wrong to call a teacher a “fat lard”, but this one really deserved it. You could tell she really hated people, especially high schoolers. Whenever you talk to her, she'd grunt in response and look down upon you with beady black eyes like beetles. She scared me. Simply because she was at least 10x my size. You had to pity her, though. Nobody liked her and I think she knew it too. Whenever the popular kids would talk, I'd read my comics, she would look at them with a look as if she was hungry. Like a lost puppy. I pitied her, but not to the point where I would actually be sociable. She was mean, bad at teaching and explaining, moved too quickly through units and gave too much homework. It was bad enough sitting next to Anthony without having to deal with her and her terrible teaching methods. Everyone's binder is different and it tells a different story. So, next time you sit down to do some homework, think about the story that you want to leave behind...
-Laura Harden
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