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the days of mr. lopalombara's class were often boring and felt more like a comedy session lacking humor than a class. on a day that he was absent, his Honors Algebra 2 class (5th period) spent their 45 minutes in the auditorium of Truman Highschool.
It was boring...bad poetry was written. This is for the other Suzanne and Heather Kellermann.
Brown Sock
Black socks, a staple 'twould be in my draer
But my drawer a staple in most bedrooms
White socks are the norm.
What socks are you wearing?
White? Oh my, how different you are.
You must be a risk taker.
You are an adventurous soul.
I, on the other hand, am nothing like you.
Infact, I despise you.
I am the...brown sock!
Shit brown.
No one likes me. No one wants to wear me.
Shoved into the drawer darkness behind all the others.
I'd rather not be worn.
I am above you.
I am...brown sock!
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Brown Sock was later developed into a super hero, but I have yet to stumble upon the math notebook that that may have been scribbled in. It actually may be in a Biology notebook, not that my Biology notebook had any real notes in it. ah, kuestner.
back to my room!