My awful, horrible, no-good, very bad World Languages class

Well, that title is self explanetory. Anybody who is in that class with a brain will tell you that it is a class full of idiots. Well, that actually only means Molly, Brian, and me, but still. The teacher has no control over them. Idiots like Elle, Steve, and Antonio just run around the classroom, shouting and mocking her accent. The only work we actually do comes in the form of projects. We get a week to do them, but we usually finish on the first day. most people don't even do them, and they act really surprised when they find out that they need to present them. Grr, they do not improve my headache. On a higher note, the Beatles do not decrease in awesomeness because of them.