Those Were The Days
I can bet you have a journal.
A nice one too.
And you've got pretty pictures.
But one thing I can bet you is that you don't have pictures that are anything like these.
Today Jose, David and I went to AMS. For the purpose of seeing Mr.Strzelecki. I really miss that guy. But he wasn't there, just like many other teachers. So we wondered around, and I'm not so sure if it was my idea, or Joses, but we decided to visit Mr.Howard. So we went in there, and as usual the man is working on the table saw. It made me think so much. I sat at the table and almost burst into tears.
I miss that class so damn much.
It has this weird vanilla glow to it, the smell of lumber. It's so great.
We chatted with the man. Life's going good for him. We talked about highschool. And his new students. He also cut himself again.
He asked me why I wanted a picture of him, he said that he was ugly enough to break the camera. I don't think so.
So we left, sad only that we got to see him, when then all of a sudden the next idea came to mind. Coach Calhoun.
We walked around the school to the tennis courts. And there he was...sitting inside, by the water fountains. Two new coaches questioned our visit.
"We're here to visit Coach Calhoun."
"Come on in guys."
It was so damn perfect...
He was sitting there with the same hat, glasses and whistle he's always had.
He also had a bag of popcorn in his hand.
We chatted, and it was so great.
It was strange though, I was never used to talking to Coach Calhoun like that.
I was used to making gestures, spilling jokes, and having him fuss at me. It was so great.
I miss him so much now...
It makes me sound silly, like I've always been when it comes to teachers.
But this time I'm being serious. I really miss the man, it makes me sad.
It was perfect, and I can't stress that enough. I miss D. Calhoun.
Honestly:
It's September.
The weather's getting nice.
Garrett and all my pals. Mark and Mecca. It gets dark outside.
I had a great contemplation today, in the AMS Commons. Because it's September. And the weather outside was like last years around this year. And the Eclipse Gum I was chewing was Winterfresh...
It reminded me of you.
I want it to be cold. I want to be with Willy Garrett David Mark Zach.
Sam
And all my other good friends.
I want a MegaPhone.
I want to go to the Verandahs, and get kicked out again. And getting it all on tape.
Then I want to go to Taco Bell. In the cold. With a hoodie on.
I want to be happy all the time.
A nice one too.
And you've got pretty pictures.
But one thing I can bet you is that you don't have pictures that are anything like these.
Today Jose, David and I went to AMS. For the purpose of seeing Mr.Strzelecki. I really miss that guy. But he wasn't there, just like many other teachers. So we wondered around, and I'm not so sure if it was my idea, or Joses, but we decided to visit Mr.Howard. So we went in there, and as usual the man is working on the table saw. It made me think so much. I sat at the table and almost burst into tears.
I miss that class so damn much.
It has this weird vanilla glow to it, the smell of lumber. It's so great.
We chatted with the man. Life's going good for him. We talked about highschool. And his new students. He also cut himself again.
He asked me why I wanted a picture of him, he said that he was ugly enough to break the camera. I don't think so.
So we left, sad only that we got to see him, when then all of a sudden the next idea came to mind. Coach Calhoun.
We walked around the school to the tennis courts. And there he was...sitting inside, by the water fountains. Two new coaches questioned our visit.
"We're here to visit Coach Calhoun."
"Come on in guys."
It was so damn perfect...
He was sitting there with the same hat, glasses and whistle he's always had.
He also had a bag of popcorn in his hand.
We chatted, and it was so great.
It was strange though, I was never used to talking to Coach Calhoun like that.
I was used to making gestures, spilling jokes, and having him fuss at me. It was so great.
I miss him so much now...
It makes me sound silly, like I've always been when it comes to teachers.
But this time I'm being serious. I really miss the man, it makes me sad.
It was perfect, and I can't stress that enough. I miss D. Calhoun.
Honestly:
It's September.
The weather's getting nice.
Garrett and all my pals. Mark and Mecca. It gets dark outside.
I had a great contemplation today, in the AMS Commons. Because it's September. And the weather outside was like last years around this year. And the Eclipse Gum I was chewing was Winterfresh...
It reminded me of you.
I want it to be cold. I want to be with Willy Garrett David Mark Zach.
Sam
And all my other good friends.
I want a MegaPhone.
I want to go to the Verandahs, and get kicked out again. And getting it all on tape.
Then I want to go to Taco Bell. In the cold. With a hoodie on.
I want to be happy all the time.