need relaxation...
ugh...these last couple weeks have wiped me out...I got my chem final back and I did better than I thought...a lot better in fact...so that's good...math test was a disaster...lol...I don't even want to think about it...well...i have 5 days to study for the final and that ain't bad...and it turns out that Mr. O'Brien (Head of Upper School) blew what Ms. Beatty (my English teacher) said waaaaay out of proportion...for those of you that don't know...I brought this poem in to share with the class for the last day...
Evidently Chicken Town ~ John Cooper Clarke
the fucking cops are fucking keen
to fucking keep it fucking clean
the fucking chief's a fucking swine
who fucking draws a fucking line
at fucking fun and fucking games
the fucking kids he fucking blames
are nowehere to be fucking found
anywhere in chicken town
the fucking scene is fucking sad
the fucking news is fucking bad
the fucking weed is fucking turf
the fucking speed is fucking surf
the fucking folks are fucking daft
don't make me fucking laugh
it fucking hurts to look around
everywhere in chicken town
the fucking train is fucking late
you fucking wait you fucking wait
you're fucking lost and fucking found
stuck in fucking chicken town
the fucking view is fucking vile
for fucking miles and fucking miles
the fucking babies fucking cry
the fucking flowers fucking die
the fucking food is fucking muck
the fucking drains are fucking fucked
the colour scheme is fucking brown
everywhere in chicken town
the fucking pubs are fucking dull
the fucking clubs are fucking full
of fucking girls and fucking guys
with fucking murder in their eyes
a fucking bloke is fucking stabbed
waiting for a fucking cab
you fucking stay at fucking home
the fucking neighbors fucking moan
keep the fucking racket down
this is fucking chicken town
the fucking train is fucking late
you fucking wait you fucking wait
you're fucking lost and fucking found
stuck in fucking chicken town
the fucking pies are fucking old
the fucking chips are fucking cold
the fucking beer is fucking flat
the fucking flats have fucking rats
the fucking clocks are fucking wrong
the fucking days are fucking long
it fucking gets you fucking down
evidently chicken town
now apparently Mr. O'Brien found some hidden implicit aspect of the poem that isn't "Viewpoint appropriate"...lol...but Ms. Beatty was really cool about it...and considering his position...Mr. O'Brien was too...anyway...I wanna thank a certain sweetheart for being so cool throughout the last couple weeks...I've been really distracted and busy and she's been really understanding about it all...thank you so much sweetie...
SHAYA'S GRADUATING SOON EVERYONE!!! EVERYBODY WISH HIM LUCK!!!!!
Evidently Chicken Town ~ John Cooper Clarke
the fucking cops are fucking keen
to fucking keep it fucking clean
the fucking chief's a fucking swine
who fucking draws a fucking line
at fucking fun and fucking games
the fucking kids he fucking blames
are nowehere to be fucking found
anywhere in chicken town
the fucking scene is fucking sad
the fucking news is fucking bad
the fucking weed is fucking turf
the fucking speed is fucking surf
the fucking folks are fucking daft
don't make me fucking laugh
it fucking hurts to look around
everywhere in chicken town
the fucking train is fucking late
you fucking wait you fucking wait
you're fucking lost and fucking found
stuck in fucking chicken town
the fucking view is fucking vile
for fucking miles and fucking miles
the fucking babies fucking cry
the fucking flowers fucking die
the fucking food is fucking muck
the fucking drains are fucking fucked
the colour scheme is fucking brown
everywhere in chicken town
the fucking pubs are fucking dull
the fucking clubs are fucking full
of fucking girls and fucking guys
with fucking murder in their eyes
a fucking bloke is fucking stabbed
waiting for a fucking cab
you fucking stay at fucking home
the fucking neighbors fucking moan
keep the fucking racket down
this is fucking chicken town
the fucking train is fucking late
you fucking wait you fucking wait
you're fucking lost and fucking found
stuck in fucking chicken town
the fucking pies are fucking old
the fucking chips are fucking cold
the fucking beer is fucking flat
the fucking flats have fucking rats
the fucking clocks are fucking wrong
the fucking days are fucking long
it fucking gets you fucking down
evidently chicken town
now apparently Mr. O'Brien found some hidden implicit aspect of the poem that isn't "Viewpoint appropriate"...lol...but Ms. Beatty was really cool about it...and considering his position...Mr. O'Brien was too...anyway...I wanna thank a certain sweetheart for being so cool throughout the last couple weeks...I've been really distracted and busy and she's been really understanding about it all...thank you so much sweetie...
SHAYA'S GRADUATING SOON EVERYONE!!! EVERYBODY WISH HIM LUCK!!!!!