sometimes words are the only thing you have to win a war with...
So the final day came... the last day of class in high school. This was a glorious occassion so I put on my finest. You would of thought everyone was going to a funeral. As one senior put it, "this is the end of our happy days." Of course my first thought was, "dude, this is awesome! i'm getting out of here!" For our final grade we had to make a speech infront of the entire school about what we want to leave to the future generation. I worked for a couple of days on this and I'm kind of set on showing up, showing out, and going back to bed. Since it's 9am and we can leave after this. When we walked in we had to grab a number. That number would decide who went in what order. Since this school depressed so many people we had a number of kids drop out at the beginning of the year. They all had a chance... No... They really did. I do believe they would of been more pleasent to be around than these snobs. I drew number 15. That was the last number. Since there was only 15 of us that were going to do it. I only volunteered because they were feeding us afterwards and I heard they got some italian resturant to cater it. Can we say eat and run?
I took my seat and as always I had my little mp3 player listening to the sounds of amazing rock n roll. They had it turned up for the whole school to hear so I had to forgo the mp3 player because I couldn't hear it anyways. Everyone got up and was talking about how everything was magical and how they didn't want to leave. Please... Give me a break. It sucked here. If I hear one more thing about a stupid football game that brought a couple together, I'm going to barf... So finally it was my turn. With ear buds in my ears, and printer paper with the best speech I've ever written, I started out. "Ladies and gentlemen. Good teachers and bad teachers. Idiots and the smart Poland sisters. Fellow peeps of this school. For those of you that don't know me, I'm Emery Herman Hopinscotch. I have been made fun of for the entire time I have been at this school. From the moment I walked into those front doors to even last week I have not been welcome here. The only thing that makes me different from you guys is that I have a dream that's not found in some department store window and I don't let anyone dicate what I do. Cosmo and Billboard do not influence what I listen to or think. Being different is not a popular choice. Sports were not my thing. I love hockey, but can't skate. Saying that phrase will get you beat up around here... why?! i have never really understood it. who cares... make something your own. not for the masses. there are tons of wildernesses to blaze through... what are you guys doing? nothing... nothing at all. You're crying over what maybe the last few days of your "good life." life is meant for the living and if you're just going to curl up and die then do it now so other people can have a chance to live. Now... if you will excuse me. There is italian food waiting for us. Let's eat because Yes, Dear comes on in an hour." I said and I walked off stage to the food.
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David Morrison
If you want to use one of my poems or quotes in an article e-mail me and let me know. There maybe a small fee depending on what it is used for
I took my seat and as always I had my little mp3 player listening to the sounds of amazing rock n roll. They had it turned up for the whole school to hear so I had to forgo the mp3 player because I couldn't hear it anyways. Everyone got up and was talking about how everything was magical and how they didn't want to leave. Please... Give me a break. It sucked here. If I hear one more thing about a stupid football game that brought a couple together, I'm going to barf... So finally it was my turn. With ear buds in my ears, and printer paper with the best speech I've ever written, I started out. "Ladies and gentlemen. Good teachers and bad teachers. Idiots and the smart Poland sisters. Fellow peeps of this school. For those of you that don't know me, I'm Emery Herman Hopinscotch. I have been made fun of for the entire time I have been at this school. From the moment I walked into those front doors to even last week I have not been welcome here. The only thing that makes me different from you guys is that I have a dream that's not found in some department store window and I don't let anyone dicate what I do. Cosmo and Billboard do not influence what I listen to or think. Being different is not a popular choice. Sports were not my thing. I love hockey, but can't skate. Saying that phrase will get you beat up around here... why?! i have never really understood it. who cares... make something your own. not for the masses. there are tons of wildernesses to blaze through... what are you guys doing? nothing... nothing at all. You're crying over what maybe the last few days of your "good life." life is meant for the living and if you're just going to curl up and die then do it now so other people can have a chance to live. Now... if you will excuse me. There is italian food waiting for us. Let's eat because Yes, Dear comes on in an hour." I said and I walked off stage to the food.
all rights reserved copyright 2006
David Morrison
If you want to use one of my poems or quotes in an article e-mail me and let me know. There maybe a small fee depending on what it is used for