The story of my terrible and dumb Music teacher that hopefully got fired.
So this was at my old school, back in primary. Now at the time Music was required. You had no choice what your lessons were. I wasn't in high school yet. Now to start off I was with her since my very first yesr at this school AKA back in kindergarten and she never bothered to learn my name. The whole time she just called me "girl" but you know who's name she knew by heart? That's right, her favorites. Aka, not me. Why you ask? How the frick frack diddly dack would I know! She was crazy. I would always try out for a main role during school plays but she would always say something like "Your voice is too low" "you can't hit the notes right" "sing louder" "you sound terrible" "you dance weird" and I believed her. At the time I was young I trusted that she knew what she was doing but one year I didn't participate in a play and instead decided to watch and what I saw and heard... was so bad. The dancers were out of sync and danced weirder than me. The singer's voices didn't mesh with a microphone well and definitely sounded better without. The actors were so monotone and... what kind of monstrosity was this? Now I know what you're probably thinking. Whit if those guys were the best? And I thought that too. So during my last year of school I finally got the courage to sing to the highest of my ability into a mic during class. When I did I was bombarded with compliments, which thanks people who complimented me it took me 6 years to realize that you weren't lying, and the teacher was even proud of me and said I sounded great. You wanna know what she did for the next play? Didn't even cast me. I wasn't even a tree. Or even grass. She didn't put me anywhere. Mind you she said I was the best singer she's ever heard. Look for every play she would pick the exact same people every play would have the same person as the main character the same lead singer the same dancers and all. Why? Because she was a favoritist... yeah. So in the end I transferred schools and the new music/theatre teacher was way better. So screw you miss Andreas. No I'm not giving you a fake name because you don't deserve one.