2003-11-12 - 7:29 p.m.
Flight of the Preppy Boys From the Table to the Trash.
Liz told me to write about cows and the impact they have on my life. I don’t really know what she means so I think I’ll find another topic to write about. I was thinking of composing a poem. Here goes:
Flight of the Preppy Boys from the Table to the Trash
Traveling in a pack
For safety
They make their way with full red trays
Through the crowd of faces
To their destination –
The trash can.
All dressed in pinstriped AE clothes
They make their way back
To the designated table
They completely ignore
The geeky boy at the end of the table
And the swooning sophomore girls.
They make this journey everyday
But throughout it all
They still manage to make me sick.
I think Jess will appreciate this. I have no idea what to write. Damn putting writing off until the day before. Sometimes I’m in a writing mood sometimes I’m not and right now I just have no ideas. I wished I could’ve written something longer and more descriptive in comp. App today but there wasn’t enough time. Our two topics were “How has you’re experience at high school been thus far?” and “compare jr. high to high school”. I just hope she doesn’t like think I’m depressed and sends me somewhere. But hey I did say that square dancing is fun. Which it really isn’t but it does give me a good laugh in the midst of learning pyruvic acid fermentation and the Pythagorean Theorem. I guess square dancing is ok. As long as you get a good partner. My one last time was half my height, no kidding. But what really grosses all of us out is when he has sweaty hands. Oh my freaking goodness it is so disgusting. Ugh.
English class again today was chalk full of laughs. I think it was because Noel was hyper and cracks good jokes and James returned from wherever he was. (I kinda thought he left.) We had to learn about verbs. (“Verb it’s what you do.”) Unfortunately Ms. Long wasn’t teaching but the students had to read about all these different but equally confusing verbs. And you know how fast and/or quietly some people read. And me suffering from short-term memory loss…well I got very lost. Jeremy made fun of my braces again. See if I help him in science anymore. Ms. Long is still a bitch. She has to change the grades again. Her 89 kept me off distinguished honor roll. Heh. The other day I was handing back our quizzes that she gave to us but she needs back apparently. (It’s quite a confusing process.) So she didn’t want some of the quizzes that I handed her so she dropped them on the floor. I gave her this look like ‘You better be picking those up because I’m not’. She got the idea I guess because she picked them up.
I think I’m going to go raid my parent’s cd collection again. Tah.
(You will be pleased to know that there are no spelling errors in this entry thanks to spell check. Ha.)
