i hate the entire social sciences staff

so today ms black took me out of jap and gave me an earful about someone trashing the eco room after first period.

she aws like
'i heard you were playing around with a sachey (sachet) in class'
i was like wth? umm.. i don't remember
and she'sl ike 'oh really. well let me go show you.'
and she shows me the preservative sachel i picked up and looked at for a bit then put down and never thought about it again.
i told her that i played with it a bit in class and i just left it there.
and she was like
oh really?
why did you bring it there what was it doing there blablablbala
and im like

it was there on my desk. i looked at it and put it down. i didn't open it.
then she was like oh, changing the story are you? and i was like what the fuck? so that means im lying? then she told me off about how i keep changing my story and im thinking well maybe its coz i don't fucking remember every fucking thing i play with in fucking eco. dipshit.
and she' was like well someone did and they put it all over the table and floor and left a mess
and im thinking what the fuck?
i tried telling her it wasn't me then she told me it had to be me because
1) i play around in eco class
2) i was seen playing with the packet.
sorry, why is she a teacher again?
i tried telling her i didn't then she called me a liar and said it HAD to be either ME or someone in my class namely my friends because nobody was there during recess.

yes, because we were ALL in the cottage at recess and so was she.
which means if it was me it could only have been done during class.
and what kind of dumbfuck is she if she thinks we'd do something like that with a teacher in the room, assuming that we WOULD do something fucking dumb like that.

in the end she told me i was a liar and i was probably covering up for one of my friends or w/e and that i had to either rat them out or clean it myself.
i told her it couldn't have been one of my friends and that this is ridiculous and unfair and if that's how it's got to go i'll clean it myself.

man she was such a fucking prick about all of this

i'm imagining going to the counseller and bitch about her and cry about how traumatised i am so she'll get some shit and laughing. too bad i'm not emo enough
dontwant to waste hatton's time over this
fucking mr hindmarsh bitching about me behind my fucking back.
mrs black may be good at teaching, but i'm assuming that's the only skill she has.