Hoy everyone, enjoyed the weekend?

I did too, but Monday is just the... worst day of the week for me. School until 5 PM, that'd be okay IF there wasn't my German teacher... here's what happened...

It was before the German lesson, in the break, and our class was waiting in front of the classroom for our German teacher. I kept playing DS, like I do everytime in the break. When he appeared, he glanced at me, then walked into the classroom followed by the class. The lesson began, we did the usual homework stuff, and then he asked me:
“Fabian, what did you play on your… Nintendo before?” “Ehm… Bomberman.” “What’s that?” “You lay bombs…” “And?” “They explode.” “And?” “If you have luck, you hit someone…“ “Mhm. Well.”
Then he told me and the class about how children and teens can become aggressive if they play videogames that are about killing people, and –of course- it was proven by experts, surveys, etc. (My lower marks in school got also mentioned, “probably because people who play… SUCH videogames neglect the school”) He mentioned that such pupils often flee in videogames from the reality, and they think everything’s just about the imaginary world and blahblahblah. “But I’m not like that…” I got ignored right away. I tried to laugh at first, ignore it, but he kept going with this topic the entire hour and started to upset me quite a bit. You know where we ended up? About the bombs, murders and death in the Iraq and other places.
Because of my Bomberman rated 3+. Hooray. You know, no blood, funny game and everything and he thinks it’s like… Resident Evil or something.

It’d be still okay at this point, because he just IS like that. He’s always been that person. But then he just sneaks up in the lunch break and asks for my mom’s phone number. I ask “Why” but he doesn’t give me an answer, so, I just write it down and give it to him.
Now I’m home, talked to my father… My German teacher has told my parents that my marks “seem to get worse at sudden”, that’s all I know… means, if I don’t leave the DS at home, they could get worse…

I hate Mondays. Sorry if you weren’t interested, I don’t have anything better to write.