Vampire Vocab

It seems that, though not my favorite class, math seems to be my most interesting not due to the class itself, but because of the students in it. I write journal entries about school in my free time about it, therefore I’ll share a few that I’ve written. Some even have Haikus in them!

9/30/09

Ah, yes, the gossip and texting corner. I never believed that i would be placed in such cruel, unknown territory. Alas, I have been dealt this crippling blow, and in math class no less. My heart weeps. A constant mecca of whispered scandals and the quiet click of tiny keys, the gossip corner is a desperately sought after position, only to be filled haplessly by a hapless seating chart. Oh, the irony that a non-believer, a veritable gossip heretic, such as myself should be privy to this factory of ruined lives and forbidden secrets when I have been the victim of its workings for a very long time. Information holds power. False information sometimes holds more. Remember this and live by it’s message.

If you dare.

10/23/09

Math is hard. Let’s Shop!

Barbie-like girls chatter, happy.

The gossip corner.

Math isn’t really hard. The opposite seems to be true. And another haiku.

Whispers float lightly.

Heavy, though, in their own way.

Lives hang in their depths.

Haikus about gossip. The Japanese would be affronted. I wrote this next one in P.E.. My, aren’t I poetic?

Like Twilight groupies

Ultimate football has sides

Edward or Jacob?

Another day in the gossip corner. Lots of  “OMG”ing going on, most likely instigated by the excitement of another Friday.

“He said WHAT?” one girl squeals.

“I KNOW, right?” another replies.

“Oh. My. God. I totally CANNOT believe it!” says the first. Yes, there really was that much improper capitalization and punctuation. Even though they weren’t writing, sometimes you can just tell.

“Does he KNOW?!” Chimes in a third.

“No WAY!” Responds the second, vehemently. This very clear exchange would continue on its very detailed course had Mr. Gebra not interrupted the group. I figure that this development was for the best, because God forbid that the conversation actually make sense. Meanwhile, the entire discussion seems to have been transcribed into texts, thus, the unknown person symbolized by the subject pronoun “he” will probably soon enough “know”. Yeesh. Teenagers.

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