Ok, today in Art, I was working on my pottery when I was watching a Senior cut out this dragon he made to put on his pot. The teacher comes over and tells him it's too big so she takes in out of his hands, rips it at about the neck, and sees if it will fit. Well, when she ripped it, the guy sqeals like a girl because he spent SOOOO much time on that dragon and the teacher just comes over and rips it...I couldn't help but just start cracking up laughing! I was laughing and crying at the same time and that's very rare for me to do. 1. I was laughing because he sqealed like a girl and 2. I was crying because she ripped his dragon. After she got done ripping the poor thing, she walked off like nothing happened, leaving the kid with this stare on his face that looked like he was going to cry yet kill the teacher for doing that. So, here I am laughing and crying and the teacher just ignores me, going to some of the other students that needs her help. She finally comes back to our table and helps my other friend, who is my age, and tells him he needs to sand his pottery. She finally looks at me, who is still laughing and crying, and askes if I'm ok and what's wrong? I'm laughing so hard that I can't answer so the kid answers her for me.
After I calmed down, the kid was like, "I guess your going to be stress free the rest of the day..." Turns out, he was right!