english teacher

"skool ti naht redrah s'ti ,sdrawkcab gnitirw yrt anng m'i os" - gaelic poet

so.... hey again, history coursework is over, so im finding myself with an increasing amount of spare time. so the first challenge when writing a blog post is... u guessed it! thinking of something to talk about! there really are so many things one can talk about, but its the selection of that one special topic that makes a blogpost worth while. so today im gonna talk about clouds. i see no reason why not, we see them pretty much every day. also its important to work some sort of humour or like a message to make the reader smile atleast once. funny topics include; long words, pain, racism, sexism and in general rebelling against conventional society through words.

Clouds
I saw a cloud 2day, actuli more than one, like a gazillion. it was beautiful. but it was laughin at me, that whorish ball of liquid. so i thought allows it then, ill be the bigger man and walk away, but that muther fuker followed me all day, changing size and colour. so wen i got off the train and realised it was still following me i sed, look dude, im a bamf yh so dnt mess wit ayyyyyyt? then i walkd off. but that fat ass mutha fuka decided to spit at me! the nerv! who repeatedly spits at ppl? honestly! and it wasnt just me aswell! it ws spittin at this random, and rather peng, lady on the other side of the road. but she ws like puttin up with this bullshit and pulld out some uber umbrella. now im not the richest guy, i dnt evn buy lunch.... well i say that... but still im not middle classd. perhaps in the heart i am but thats besides the point. i cant be goin round buyin umbrellas and coats just cos one jackass feels like hes gnna show everyone whos the big man around here. so any way i walkd home.

now analysing that passage, its quite obvious of what the cloud represents, the burden of newly found adolescent responsibility. lol? soz i only had like 5 mins. peace