these are actual events that occured.
Bathroom. An invitation from the fountain. Water seems like a good idea. "Man, this shit is really getting intense?..." What? Granite. What the fuck. I don't look up. I don't know you. Do you pull this shit with everyone? Or do I represent something you want. To be. With. Fucking fag. I don't have to piss so I just stand. Stalls provide privacy and reading material. 'I want a blow job' I remember writing that. Freshman year. 'that would be nice' 'giving is always better than receiving' 'cooper queers' Fucking douches. 'oil owl' Back in class Ced is still sitting there. Where's Bones at? That well dressed bastard always taking his sweet ass time. Where does he go? Probably the GAP. How does one become so well dressed? I wish I could find clothes that fit that well. I think I'll go shopping this weekend. No cash. I'll just try on. Why am I here. This is a waste. Who needs a 25 minute break. I'd rather rock straight and get out of here. Nothing. "Yo, this shit he's doing isn't so bad." "Yeah, whatever you say dude." Ced, always the object of pessimism, except when it comes to wings or women. The only kid I know who will go to a stripclub, alone, between classes, for the free lunch buffet, and then not stay for a lapdance because "shit, I got class!" "It really is just a lot of algebra, but these kids have trouble with it." What? I don't look. Peter. Douche. Go away. "You know? You are more intelligent (how does he know?), like me (not like you), so it doesn't hold you back. Like my modern exam, the first problem everyone got wrong." Go away. Go back to your laptop, plugged in across the aisle, with the two foot cord, and your fucking crossword. Who are you. I don't know you. What the fuck. If I don't answer, he'll stop talking. I make eye contact. Shit. Now I have to say something. "What?" "The first question." Like I know what the fuck you are talking about. DOUCHE. First question. Are you in my class? Did I take this test? "Did I take this test?" "No." Ohk, good. This kid isn't gonna tell me I got something wrong. "Look." I don't look. "Here, do you want me to show you?" No. "Fine." He draws some stupid picture. I look. A cube and a line. Fine. "See, the observer is moving at 0.6c, how long does the line appear to be? See. Simple alegbra. See. and I was the only one to get it right. See." look at me. See. I am a genius. You like my braces. See. See. Fuck you. You're an idiot. "Yeah." "Yo, dude, what you see right there over time see?" Saved by Bones. Thanks buddy. I hate everyone in this fucking school.