Back to English class

Today I want to tell you, guys, about this funny incident that happened in English class.
I don't remember whether I mentioned it earlier, but our class is now reading this stupid book called "To kill a Mockingbird".
Today Yaz and I somehow managed to sit together again. Although our teacher wasn't really happy about that, she didn't tell me to go to my normal seat. We didn't talk and if we did it was only about the book and the activities we had to do after reading it. Surprisingly, we didn't misbehave....
After reading until chapter 16, I answered the questions we had to do. (What a good student I am!!!) As I carried on reading, I realised that I was no longer following the story. I thought that it's pointless to read, not paying attention to what you were reading so I closed the book and put it down. I opened my "diary" (a notebook where I write about my boring school days, draw random stuff and complain about my teachers) and began to write. I wrote that I didn't like the book I was reading and decided to write about it on a piece of paper.
I did not notice Ms Manchala looking at me.
She told me to stop and asked me what it was about..... So I told her, but I don't think she believed me....
As she went back to her desk, I ripped out a page of my notebook and wrote the title "My thoughts on 'To kill a Mockingbird'". This is what I wrote (I still have the paper, but that's just a little summery):
I'm a reader and I enjoy improving my reading skills. 'To kill a mockingbird' has the opposite effect. It's too simple.
I opened the book to a random page to discover a dialogue.
The only word that the author uses in dialogue is the word 'said'. It makes it very boring to read.
I'm on part 2 of the book, but nothing is really happening. The first part was about Jem and Scout (and Dill) playing in the yard and going to school. It was meant to describe the setting of the book, but I still can't imagine where the story is set. The action sta
I could not continue because my teacher appeared next to my desk.
"You're writing again!" she told me. "You know, I want to send you to the discipline office with this paper!
I looked up at her, as she continued, "I told you to stop writing! But when I went to my desk, you continued! What are you writing about?"
"The book," I replied quietly.
"Do not defy me!!!"
"I'm not trying to!"
She took the paper and studied it.
"What language is this?"
What language did she think it was? She knows I'm Russian, so why would I write in some other language? I know my hand writing is messy, but it's not that hard to tell that it was in Russian, not Hindi or anything.
"It's in Russian."
Ms Manchala folded my paper and went away. I didn't know that things were to turn out that way.
I didn't loose hope and started writing again. This time it was in my Reading notebook, in English. The teacher didn't say anything about it this time.
After class, I went up to Ms Manchala and asked her if I could have my paper back.
"What were you writing about?" she asked me again.
"It's just what I think about the book we're reading."
"I can not know for sure."
"Ask anyone if you don't believe me," I said steadily.
She examined my paper as if she was reading it.
To my surprise, she gave it back to me and said that I shouldn't do it again.....

I found that quite funny.... I don't know why, but looking back at what happened I just want to laugh....
I still have that stupid paper....
XD