You can dance dance dance to the beat of the pigs...
Last day ever dressing out in PE ever ever ever.
Time to get fat!
...My third period teacher did tell us that he was going to buy us pizza. Right after he told this girl who was standing on a desk not to 'hide any dope' in his ceiling. That was funny.
Oh, public school. It was the same day he told us about Hugo Chavez and pronounced 'coup' the way that its spelled.
If other teachers saw the way his class was conducted he would be fired so fast...its kind of sad actually. But all of the students like him because you can probably go in his classroom and light up a fat joint, and all he will say is, "Please don't you'll get me in trouble..." which is reason enough, when you have a teacher thats not a bureaucratic dick, to pretend to behave whenever real authority figures come around. I guess.
Speaking of bureaucracy...I can't spell it...and my creative writing teacher is one of those teachers, that is cool and a really good teacher, and told me when Tom Waits was going to be on the Daily Show, but follows every written rule exactly as it was meant when it was written with the final argument that, "those are the rules." Come on now.
Oh well. I still like B days better than A days.
This morning when I woke up I was having a very suspenseful dream. I wish I could remember what the fuck it was. I was actually really mad that my alarm went off when it did. Oh well. Time to go get hiiiiigh/ready for school.
Time to get fat!
...My third period teacher did tell us that he was going to buy us pizza. Right after he told this girl who was standing on a desk not to 'hide any dope' in his ceiling. That was funny.
Oh, public school. It was the same day he told us about Hugo Chavez and pronounced 'coup' the way that its spelled.
If other teachers saw the way his class was conducted he would be fired so fast...its kind of sad actually. But all of the students like him because you can probably go in his classroom and light up a fat joint, and all he will say is, "Please don't you'll get me in trouble..." which is reason enough, when you have a teacher thats not a bureaucratic dick, to pretend to behave whenever real authority figures come around. I guess.
Speaking of bureaucracy...I can't spell it...and my creative writing teacher is one of those teachers, that is cool and a really good teacher, and told me when Tom Waits was going to be on the Daily Show, but follows every written rule exactly as it was meant when it was written with the final argument that, "those are the rules." Come on now.
Oh well. I still like B days better than A days.
This morning when I woke up I was having a very suspenseful dream. I wish I could remember what the fuck it was. I was actually really mad that my alarm went off when it did. Oh well. Time to go get hiiiiigh/ready for school.