04-23-02 - 7:37 pm
1st period - geometrey - mr salley
i walked in and threw my bag against the floor. the tile pattern makes me dizzy with sleep and random thoughts every day. the pattern itself is not so much an imprinted art in the tile, just stains and dirt thats been fossilized from former inmates students. the bell rang. its like this secret tone that cant be replicated by any other machine on earth. much like the gun shots to a soldier in a war, i'm sure i'll never forget the tone of that bell. my eyes were heavy, vision blurry. he called the role. i said here. he turned on a tv. the entire year he's washed the tv, and every time he misses the same spot. the dust is caked onto the screen, filiming over the 3 inches of glass behind it. he clicks his mouse on his out-dated computer. some student ignorant to his audience at the time, had made his powerpoint with the single most annoying sound bites ever created. every individual letter, number, line, character was slammed into the screen with echos of lasers, car engines, and typewriters. my self-prognosed a.d.d kicks in as the bright colors on the screen and monotone roar of a class of 30 teens entrance me into a 3rd dimension. i blink quickly. the bell rings. i leave.
2nd period - spanish - mrs kraze
i toss my backpack to the back and leave. like a 300 pound full back running the winning touchdown at the super bowl, i make my way through a hall way as the visiting team makes their way past me until i can see a water fountain. the water seems stuck in this sublimed state. it tastes like hard water feels when mixed with lathery soap on your leathery skin. the bell rings. i sit down. i dont stand up for the pledge of allegiance. every time im asked why i dont, i simply reply with a well why do you, and that always makes people think. i like doing that. "los estudiantes, escuchan. your teachers not here and there is no sub, you'll be divided by your row and sent to a teacher." i went to mr. nichols room. he teaches french 1. i again drowned in a day dream. i looked outside and saw an old man pulling in and out of the same parking spot trying to get straight. i wondered if he had to pull in and out like that everywhere. then my mind goes into what i call a blank rage. so many random thoughts and ideas flow around these main, central thoughts ideas experiences and so on, that i just zone out of reality to try and sort them out. the bell rang.
3rd period - us history - garland
i'll being by telling you a bit about coach garland. he was my football coach from 6th to 8th grade so i've known him for quite a while. he's a workaholic. he coaches about 92 different teams and is constantly working with college scouts, other coaches, and players to do something or another. he's a great coach. terrible teacher. we've sat for the past month in his room, his absence is to always be expected. he stand out in the hall way on the phone until 10:23, then we leave for the next period. during those minutes im usually enlightened by someones tragic or extraordinary lie story they have to tell. Is it becoming more obvious that school is a waist of anyone's, who has some to spare, time.
4th period - house - wade
she's evil. she teaches choir and algebra 2. a group of us sit on the far side of her room in the bleachers, occasionally cracking a joke or carrying on a string of words to pass the period, and she'll run to the piano and bang away on the keys as she screams "shut up. shut up please. please shut up. shut up now." her skin looks like leather. you can tell she must've smoked for at least 30 years. i'm anticipating lunch. my first real oppurtunity to call you. the bells sound, and im off.
4th (continued) - lunch
whoever it was that designed the shape of a cafeteria seat, should be hung. they couldnt come up with a more comfortable design than a black circle that always has a circumfrence, 1 inch smaller than your ass. i hate the food, i've eatin a factory processed chicken cat/dog/tree since 6th grade practically every day. ketchup. the fries seem to taste like pure starch. i get up and see the commons, filled with sheep people. ill catch myself sometimes seeing every single one of them as looking exactly the same, saying the same thing, and moving exactly alike. i dont like lunch.
i could substitute any of the above for the rest of the day. so do so with ap english, yearbook, and chemistry.
i love you. when im not there your in here. you can feel it when you put your hand on it. i miss you.