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uhh so today was good..yea yesterday after school i had dance team practice..hmm and my legs are killing me like sooooo bad..cuz im a lazy person and i havent exercised in like a year...so im standing there tryin my best to do the strecthes and im like 'holy crap im out of shape' im not fat im juss not in shape..so it started to hurt wicked bad..and today i was like limping cuz both my legs are killing me..yea and then before dance team me n danyelle left ms. roderick a little note..lol its wicked funny and we watered her friggen dyin plants..man shes stupid..anyways then today i didnt have practice so i was sooped out of my mind..but 2morrow i have it and then friday we have tryouts..hopefully i can do it..yea so then today i stayed after and i literally stayed after to do my homework and got none of it done..cuz i was talkin to joel and we were makin fun of everyone who walked by and then he was tryin to tell me to do something and it took forever and then it didnt even work..*stupid joel*..lol so yea then i came home..uh uh uh and then i watched t.v, ate, looked up some things online and now im tryin to finish my works cited for american lit..and i have a history project due next monday that i barely started so i got a lot to do..yea i tried to curl my hair today..its like in curlers right now..and i purposely went to extramart like that to embarass my brother..but u could barely tell i ahd them in..and i got a red bull and like drankt he whole thing..and that crap makes u like wicked hyper so yea im hyper now..yup so im gonna put this poem in here that was written by danyelle cuz its juss super awesome..eh i know im stupid..but its really funny if u understood what half the stuff in it meant..half of it is inside jokes but it rhymes and its funny..eh well juss read it..gots to go
Ode to American Studies
Of all the places one can be
I’ve found none better than this seat
Placed in a smelly room, under Elmo’s eyes,
I learn history oh-so-quickly, and let out a sigh
As Mr. Pickford bursts out with his unique version of “Georgia on my Mind”
Mr. Lenz will soon join in; picking up his instrument, his rake
It brings to mind the burning question; Will he EVER learn to play???
Later on, I learn of semi-colons, and the ways that they are used
I also learn just what they eat, and that they are confused
Apparently, punctuation can have identity crisis too;
Is it a comma? Is it a colon? Or a mixture of the two?
As we move on, we’re taught we must
Protect poor Bicki from the Sumo Wrestler’s clutch
For she can’t hold them on her own,
“It’s the DREADED COMMA SPLICE!!!” That Ashley Girl booms across the room
As I cower in fear, Mr. Lenz saves the day
Sending Bicki reinforcements, while remembering the House of Hemingway
He tells us how he went to see it, of slow scooters, and of fun
But all the while quite distressed that he didn’t see Siobhan
I look up, above the whiteboard, and see the bottles in their line
It brings a smile to my face to know that the plant will never die
I’ve learned so many important things while sitting in this seat,
All about Mr. Pickford surfing in Africa, drugstore cowboys, and PC History
I laughed so much when I heard that Mr. Pickford got hit by a parked car
But ten times harder when I learned about Mr. Lenz’s friend named “Uh”
I’ll admit that I was worried when the circle of trust excluded Bicki and Kathleen
On the other hand, it couldn’t compare to Lenz’s scary stories at Halloween
It was the funniest day when we all tried to play that joke about Henry’s noise
We practiced again and again to suppress the laughs whenever Mr. Pickford would point
To bad that Mary fell asleep that day; she’ll never live it down
And then there’s Alyssa, who I’m fairly sure will keep the record for most shout outs
Will we ever find out Perkins’ name, or will it forever be a mystery?
And I wonder if we’ll ever know what on earth is buggin Mary
It’s so sad to think that Lenz’s tiny hands will write no more with Soyka’s tanks
Or that there will no longer be the amusing battle over if Ruth did or didn’t wave
I’ll sure miss those machine-gun power points, Heidi’s high-fives, and air clogs
“Tabs” and Squigo, the spring rotation, and Casazazzazaaaaaaa!!!
The world of Bezzera, and that little guy named Steve
And how every time Lenz said that word, we all made sure to inform Christy
Tara’s fear of paper, Pickford’s sideburns; Lenz’s spikes,
And that hilarious story about Emma nearly running Mr. Lenz over with her bike
If only this class could last forever, with it’s funny memories
I’m so glad I got to see it all, sitting right here in this seat
written by danyelle:
Great, Huh???
(If You Dont Understand Stuff, Don't Worry Your Just Stupid...lol...jp...You Just Had To Be In The Class...)
Ode to American Studies
Of all the places one can be
I’ve found none better than this seat
Placed in a smelly room, under Elmo’s eyes,
I learn history oh-so-quickly, and let out a sigh
As Mr. Pickford bursts out with his unique version of “Georgia on my Mind”
Mr. Lenz will soon join in; picking up his instrument, his rake
It brings to mind the burning question; Will he EVER learn to play???
Later on, I learn of semi-colons, and the ways that they are used
I also learn just what they eat, and that they are confused
Apparently, punctuation can have identity crisis too;
Is it a comma? Is it a colon? Or a mixture of the two?
As we move on, we’re taught we must
Protect poor Bicki from the Sumo Wrestler’s clutch
For she can’t hold them on her own,
“It’s the DREADED COMMA SPLICE!!!” That Ashley Girl booms across the room
As I cower in fear, Mr. Lenz saves the day
Sending Bicki reinforcements, while remembering the House of Hemingway
He tells us how he went to see it, of slow scooters, and of fun
But all the while quite distressed that he didn’t see Siobhan
I look up, above the whiteboard, and see the bottles in their line
It brings a smile to my face to know that the plant will never die
I’ve learned so many important things while sitting in this seat,
All about Mr. Pickford surfing in Africa, drugstore cowboys, and PC History
I laughed so much when I heard that Mr. Pickford got hit by a parked car
But ten times harder when I learned about Mr. Lenz’s friend named “Uh”
I’ll admit that I was worried when the circle of trust excluded Bicki and Kathleen
On the other hand, it couldn’t compare to Lenz’s scary stories at Halloween
It was the funniest day when we all tried to play that joke about Henry’s noise
We practiced again and again to suppress the laughs whenever Mr. Pickford would point
To bad that Mary fell asleep that day; she’ll never live it down
And then there’s Alyssa, who I’m fairly sure will keep the record for most shout outs
Will we ever find out Perkins’ name, or will it forever be a mystery?
And I wonder if we’ll ever know what on earth is buggin Mary
It’s so sad to think that Lenz’s tiny hands will write no more with Soyka’s tanks
Or that there will no longer be the amusing battle over if Ruth did or didn’t wave
I’ll sure miss those machine-gun power points, Heidi’s high-fives, and air clogs
“Tabs” and Squigo, the spring rotation, and Casazazzazaaaaaaa!!!
The world of Bezzera, and that little guy named Steve
And how every time Lenz said that word, we all made sure to inform Christy
Tara’s fear of paper, Pickford’s sideburns; Lenz’s spikes,
And that hilarious story about Emma nearly running Mr. Lenz over with her bike
If only this class could last forever, with it’s funny memories
I’m so glad I got to see it all, sitting right here in this seat
written by danyelle:
Great, Huh???
(If You Dont Understand Stuff, Don't Worry Your Just Stupid...lol...jp...You Just Had To Be In The Class...)