Chapter 1 Hot for Teacher

I hate school. Simple enough. I just do not understand the purpose of spending nearly 13 years of my life sitting in classrooms listening to old people talk about things we won’t even remember after 5 years. Not to mention why we even need to know these things.

Like math..when will I ever need to know what the square root of 3,246 is? Seriously. After 5th grade math should be nonexistent.

Science..ooh how fun. Unless I want to be a rocket scientist or a doctor don’t quite see the point.

And then there is good old history. His-story. Exactly. Enough said. Okay so maybe there are a few things about the past we should know but most of what we learn about in history is about egotistical, insecure assholes who craved power. When I think about History I think about war. The Civil War, Vietnam, World War 1, World War 2. Just to name a few. Blah blah blah blah blah. Now I am proud to be an American don’t get me wrong. But if you ask me what I actually remember about History is there was a whole lot of war.

The only reason I can even stand going to that shithole is my 5th, 6th, and 7th period. Art is my 5th. I loooove art. Painting is my thing. Even if my best painting looks like a 5 year olds best work and I get more paint on myself then the canvas. The best part of my Art class though…the hottie that shares the the double sided easel with me. She’s a pretty decent painter and more than once I had to stop myself from asking her if she wanted to paint me…naked.

6th period is Music. Music is my passion. I learned to play the guitar before I could tie my own shoe. I have my Rockstar dad to thank for that. I am currently "learning" to play the piano. Of course that leads me to another hottie who is currently teaching me. Keep this between you and me but I kinda sorta already know how to play the piano too. But I play dumb and "forget" what key is what just so she will personally show me (wink wink).