Ode to Eileen.

[seniorkatkat]

Oh, silly Miss Allen. So child-like, so tempermental. Cindy and I neglect to sign up for recreational gym, and a fit is thrown as a result. You storm off and gossip about us to Mister Arnold, who could not care less about it. Did you...did you think that we might want to be included on the other class, the competitive class? Did you think that, in this sweltering last cycle of our Senior year, that we would suddenly wish to sweat our faces off with that band of overachieving athletes? I think not. Then why not simply add us to your attendance sheet? I do not believe the law requires a signature, binding us in contract to sit on your half of the gym. You knew where we belonged, and yet you bemoaned our failure to sign our names.

Silly, silly Miss Allen.