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It's Friday boys and girls, and you know what that means? Children in response: Yeah! A collective group says together: It's story time. Children in response: Yaaaaaaaay! So today boys and girls I have a special tale of a child about your age. This tale is of his life and his week. We call it The Tale of a Teen.
Tale of a Teen
Monday, January 31, 2005. The hope of the boy rests on mother nature to provide a free period from the torturous depths of hell he must survive everyday. He lies comfortably in on his mattress not knowing if the weather will allow him to have an excused absence from the confinement of boredom. Suddenly, he is awaken by a strange noise coming from his dresser. It is the sound of an alarm clock which constantly beats in his brain every morning for his awakening to torment. He springs to his feet with vigor to begin a new day as a sophmore at high school. He shuts down the the annoying beeping of the clock, and heads to the batr..., hey where are you going? " Uhhhhh, back to bed. Dude it's only 6:30," says the boy. As he settles back into the comfort of his awaiting bed, we see that the boy is not a morning person as you can tell. He sleeps peacefully under his sheets for another half an hour, until his mother walks into the room to disturb his slumber. As he tosses, turns, and moans at the ill advised awakening, he begins to stir. He thus proceeds to the bathroom, where he uses it. Then proceeds down a descending staircase towards the refrigerator. He finds the nearest drink to him, opens it, and drinks it straight from the bottle. As he finishes, comes up with notions pertaining to what to wear to school. Upon thinking of his great style for the day, he walks down another flight of stairs where he finds clothes piled high on his dryer. He proceeds to place items upon his amazingly hot body. After placing articles of clothing on his body, he then makes his way back to the bathroom where all of his essential products await him. He first puts on colonge and deodorant, then puts in his contacts, and finally brushes his teeth. He then gracefully promenades down the stairs and out the door.
7:19 A.M. Monday, January 31, 2005. Walking down his rather lengthy driveway, the keys to his mother's car are placed in the palm of his hand. He slowly approaches the car, and with great poise enters the car. He places the keys in the ignition and cranks the car. The car starts with a rather boisterous roar, and thus he begins to journey off. He races through traffic, stop signs, and police, to find the place of torture awaiting him like so many days before. He skips out of the car, and extracts his backpack from the back seat of the car. He starts the day off.
7:30 A.M. Monday, January 31, 2005. The bell rings as he approaches the school's rotunda. He then briskly paces to his first class, Chemistry. The morning announcements are spoken over the loud spearker for the student body to hear. With the pledge recited, the moment of silence completed, and all the announcements that are spoken of successfully delivered, the boy sits in his designated chair. The class discusses the latest views on science in the world to begin the day, then the class officially starts. He begins by pulling out his chemistry binder, and taking notes on the unit that was the topic of the day. He also ends the class taking notes on that same topic. A bell is assigned to ring to let the students wander the halls to their next designated class.
9:05 A.M Monday, January 31, 2005. He is thus dumped in the middle of gym. They call this Advisement at the school. There, he is given any necessary papers and or announcements that he will need at a later point in the school year. When all of those are passed out, he then begins to socialize with a few of his long time chaps. They discuss anything and everything that concerns even the slightest interest in their minds. When the chatting is through, they are rushed to their next period.
9:15 A.M. Monday, January 31, 2005. He winds up in the middle of a very interesting class, Sociology. He is greeted by the teacher, which I believe he said his name was Mr. Lewis. Mr. Lewis begins teaching the class of what sociology really is. He explains in depth about the knowledge of sociology. This rather fascinates the young boys imagination. The entire class begins to comment on the issues that are put at hand by Mr. Lewis. Time seems to almost melt away, as the period comes to a close. Another bell sounds for another period.
10:57 A.M. Monday, January 31, 2005. He seems rather jubilant about the upcoming period. He walks rather suavely down the main coridoor through two huge doors. Looking out, it seems to be the cafeteria, and this must be lunch. He waits patiently in line for a good 5 minutes to grab some grub. He walks to a table that is filled with what seems to be younger teens than him. He begins to communicate with these foreign beings. They respond back. This circling of social status continues until another bell goes off. He then trudges on to a new class.
11:35 A.M. Monday, January 31, 2005. He walks down a long hallway. He turns into a classroom filled with computer devices. The boy sits in another designated seat. He begins to mess around with the keyboard. He sits around and plays solitaire for about an hour, then types up the notes that were presented to him. After completing the notes, he lays his head down for a short nap. He is suddenly awakened by yet another bell, leading the student body to their last period of the day.
1:07 P.M. Monday, January 31, 2005. The most challenging period of the day, Math. The always gloomy and bleak outlook of the way math seems to not come to him. He braces himself for the final period. It drags on in his mind, only doing notes for an hour and a half, but soon he hears the P.A. system come on. He rushes to the door's opening. He waits for the bell with anticipation. Caught in suspense, it rings. He bolts out of the door, flies around the halls, and paces up the grand staircase.
2:45 P.M. Monday, January 31, 2005. The rotunda is filled with as much of the student body as it can hold. It's packed with teens. All of which are socializing with one another. This lasts until 3:00, where our teen youth must return to the lovely house hold.
A look into a teen's life was sponsored by: The imagination of Jesse Wood. Also, the amazing powers of his will to write this even though he can't see straight.
Tale of a Teen
Monday, January 31, 2005. The hope of the boy rests on mother nature to provide a free period from the torturous depths of hell he must survive everyday. He lies comfortably in on his mattress not knowing if the weather will allow him to have an excused absence from the confinement of boredom. Suddenly, he is awaken by a strange noise coming from his dresser. It is the sound of an alarm clock which constantly beats in his brain every morning for his awakening to torment. He springs to his feet with vigor to begin a new day as a sophmore at high school. He shuts down the the annoying beeping of the clock, and heads to the batr..., hey where are you going? " Uhhhhh, back to bed. Dude it's only 6:30," says the boy. As he settles back into the comfort of his awaiting bed, we see that the boy is not a morning person as you can tell. He sleeps peacefully under his sheets for another half an hour, until his mother walks into the room to disturb his slumber. As he tosses, turns, and moans at the ill advised awakening, he begins to stir. He thus proceeds to the bathroom, where he uses it. Then proceeds down a descending staircase towards the refrigerator. He finds the nearest drink to him, opens it, and drinks it straight from the bottle. As he finishes, comes up with notions pertaining to what to wear to school. Upon thinking of his great style for the day, he walks down another flight of stairs where he finds clothes piled high on his dryer. He proceeds to place items upon his amazingly hot body. After placing articles of clothing on his body, he then makes his way back to the bathroom where all of his essential products await him. He first puts on colonge and deodorant, then puts in his contacts, and finally brushes his teeth. He then gracefully promenades down the stairs and out the door.
7:19 A.M. Monday, January 31, 2005. Walking down his rather lengthy driveway, the keys to his mother's car are placed in the palm of his hand. He slowly approaches the car, and with great poise enters the car. He places the keys in the ignition and cranks the car. The car starts with a rather boisterous roar, and thus he begins to journey off. He races through traffic, stop signs, and police, to find the place of torture awaiting him like so many days before. He skips out of the car, and extracts his backpack from the back seat of the car. He starts the day off.
7:30 A.M. Monday, January 31, 2005. The bell rings as he approaches the school's rotunda. He then briskly paces to his first class, Chemistry. The morning announcements are spoken over the loud spearker for the student body to hear. With the pledge recited, the moment of silence completed, and all the announcements that are spoken of successfully delivered, the boy sits in his designated chair. The class discusses the latest views on science in the world to begin the day, then the class officially starts. He begins by pulling out his chemistry binder, and taking notes on the unit that was the topic of the day. He also ends the class taking notes on that same topic. A bell is assigned to ring to let the students wander the halls to their next designated class.
9:05 A.M Monday, January 31, 2005. He is thus dumped in the middle of gym. They call this Advisement at the school. There, he is given any necessary papers and or announcements that he will need at a later point in the school year. When all of those are passed out, he then begins to socialize with a few of his long time chaps. They discuss anything and everything that concerns even the slightest interest in their minds. When the chatting is through, they are rushed to their next period.
9:15 A.M. Monday, January 31, 2005. He winds up in the middle of a very interesting class, Sociology. He is greeted by the teacher, which I believe he said his name was Mr. Lewis. Mr. Lewis begins teaching the class of what sociology really is. He explains in depth about the knowledge of sociology. This rather fascinates the young boys imagination. The entire class begins to comment on the issues that are put at hand by Mr. Lewis. Time seems to almost melt away, as the period comes to a close. Another bell sounds for another period.
10:57 A.M. Monday, January 31, 2005. He seems rather jubilant about the upcoming period. He walks rather suavely down the main coridoor through two huge doors. Looking out, it seems to be the cafeteria, and this must be lunch. He waits patiently in line for a good 5 minutes to grab some grub. He walks to a table that is filled with what seems to be younger teens than him. He begins to communicate with these foreign beings. They respond back. This circling of social status continues until another bell goes off. He then trudges on to a new class.
11:35 A.M. Monday, January 31, 2005. He walks down a long hallway. He turns into a classroom filled with computer devices. The boy sits in another designated seat. He begins to mess around with the keyboard. He sits around and plays solitaire for about an hour, then types up the notes that were presented to him. After completing the notes, he lays his head down for a short nap. He is suddenly awakened by yet another bell, leading the student body to their last period of the day.
1:07 P.M. Monday, January 31, 2005. The most challenging period of the day, Math. The always gloomy and bleak outlook of the way math seems to not come to him. He braces himself for the final period. It drags on in his mind, only doing notes for an hour and a half, but soon he hears the P.A. system come on. He rushes to the door's opening. He waits for the bell with anticipation. Caught in suspense, it rings. He bolts out of the door, flies around the halls, and paces up the grand staircase.
2:45 P.M. Monday, January 31, 2005. The rotunda is filled with as much of the student body as it can hold. It's packed with teens. All of which are socializing with one another. This lasts until 3:00, where our teen youth must return to the lovely house hold.
A look into a teen's life was sponsored by: The imagination of Jesse Wood. Also, the amazing powers of his will to write this even though he can't see straight.