“Uhg!” I groaned as my body slowly awakened. I get out of bed and head downstairs, Wherewhere my mom is making waffles. Today’s“Today’s Monday, Alex!,” Mom said enthusiastically. I groaned even longer, and I was disgruntled andas I told my mom, “Mondays remain the worst days of the week, momMom.” I hate school! Not only that, Butbut I have the worst teacher ever, her. Her name’s Mrs. Artichoke. She always deliversassigns us so much homework! It began when Mr. Cartman moved to Los Angeles, California.
He, on the other hand, was the best! He would give us a goodfair amount of homework and always supported me and my fellow students, including something even oneven prepping us for each test! The moment Mrs. Artichoke walked in the door. I knew she was the worst! She is ancient and strict. Each time we misbehave or touch our pencil before the lesson starts, Wewe get hit by a ruler on our wrist!
On the first day, Mrs. Artichoke marched inside that door and hardly only 2two students saidwere brave enough to say hello confidently. Everyone else, including myself was lookingme, looked at her in fear. She used a cane to get around. She, and she always had a wooden ruler ready for when we “misbehaved”“misbehaved.” Mrs. Artichoke, “oror “Mrs. Terrible,” as I like to call her Mrs. Terrible” She, looks like''like she's about 5 '4". “I'm nearI'm nearly as equally tall as her, and She isshe has aged traumatically shedramatically. She wears glasses, has gray hair (unmistakably), she also always dresses in thisa shirt that says, “no“No. 1 teacher in every galaxy”galaxy.” One day I was doing an assignment about the periodic table, and I misspelled hydrogen-peroxide, and she. She tore up my assignment and said, “Work toward gettingimproving your grammar properly, you amateur.” I responded with, “You are the most corrupt teacher ever! Your name should be Mrs. Terrible. I despise you, you. You most simplydefinitely are the worst!” asAs expected, I got hit with the ruler 3three times, including getting sent to the principal's office.