Attack of the Foreign Substitutes

Let get this straight, I have NOTHING against people from russia. One of my favorite bands is russian. But this was no ordinary russian. I think she was some nazi commander shipped to russia after the war and had to start a new life under a new identity 'cause this one was and shall most likely remain the most hated substitute of all time. She took ove my favorite class with a whip in one hand and a hard cold look on her face that was probably established from her days with the nazis. She stood up at the front of the class and addressed us in a cold russian accented tone, and told us that we were to be well behaved and no talking unless addressed. So, I immedeatly sensed no danger because of my days with dealing against cruel teachers. I had a knack to get on their good side. But I overestimated my abitities. My most powerful weapons (bright eyes, quiet shy voice,a little when looked at) were no match against my ultimate weakness....screwing up. When we were reading the play, I accidently read someone else's line, this would have been alright if it wasn't for the fact that it was her ONLY line!!! I STILL cannot believe I was such a jerk *sadness* Ish so sawry. So, the girl looked at me and I said I was SOOO sorry and Ja- sorry erm...a kid made a face at me, and wouldn't turn around. I immedeatly tried to stifle my laughter, but then=m the whole class did that to me.....omg it sucked. So, I tried to continue to read my lines without laughing. The reagular teacher would have just laughed and said to go back and re-do that. But The ex-Nazi looked at me coldly. Mrs.Nazi: JiEss, es youer name JEiSs? Me: *cough cough* Y-yes? *blush* Mrs.Nazi: Dis es a eedukatonall pway, eet es aboot 'istoricc evvents an ve 'oo not laugh duering a serioss pway. Geet undar controll. ContinUE!! Me: *cough* umm......okay....(says last line smally) The Nazi commander glared at me the whole time....I hate her. I suppose it didn't help that her son's a fruitcake and when I talk back to him her reports it back to his dear old mummy. Her son is also in my class. Remember we call hot guys biscuits?? Well, the spawn of the ex-Nazi, he's a fruitcake. He'd be alright, but he's really mean. SIN-cerely Socrates