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Diary of a Teenage Princess....
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LFS and I have a contest, and I have decided today is the perfect day to begin. All the above is true, except that the dialogue may be a bit overexaggerated and I cannot recall the specifics of my dances because it was off the top of my dome. The scenes are basically unchanged and retains the same structure. This did occur, I swear on my life. If you read it, whatever...it's a contest between LFS and I.
Friday, March 17, 2006
BEST THING OF THE DAY: Third Period
Third Period: Spanish
Today was unexciteful until third period Spanish I, where I began with a day of daily serving a variety of students as directed by fellow student Phillip Dodd. Yet, soon it was time to do work. But I had other plans, and began serving once more: the teacher suffered my wrath of beautiful footwork, somersaults, and waving my arms like a beautiful, deformed butterfly, as did a prep or two.
My spanish teacher of 53, Ms. E, was suffering some something. Perhaps it was the tar on her breath or the liquor so evident I was almost turned drunk by it and about castrated a fellow student. But I did not. Instead, Ms. E led me from the classroom, the encouraging laughs and whoops of my fellow students tingling my back. Thus, I was led into the school building (we stay in portables, even though we stay in a 'magnet school that has won several awards') and to the cafeteria. We had passed the principal, and I was curious to what the hell was going on if she was not leading me to get in trouble. I soon found out.
Ms. E's words were 'get on stage and dance, since you want so much attention'. The lunchroom was not necessarily packed, perhaps containing a good 150 students --- sixth graders, to be exact, along with their respective teachers and the lunch ladies, and I had mixed emotions. Butterflies from how this would be embarrassing, then that feeling was crushed by a wave of enthusiasm as I realized how I could make this backfire. I climbed on stage and cleared my throat, and the first of the heads turned. Though I am not certain, I believe sunlight may have poured out from a few directions, bathing me in a divine light and turning my hair long and golden as I began. (note, that may have been a bit of an exaggeration).
So, I began; first with a bit of footwork, putting my toes together then spreading them out so my heels touched but toes went in opposite directions. This allowed me to slide across the floor. Then, a bit of strange armwork accented my beautiful swan-like grace. The beginning snickers initiated, and more and more heads turned. Most of the time I kept my eyes glued to the ground, but I would occasionally look up and clap a few times. Then, a sixth grade teacher named Mr. Albert people classify as 'weird' told me to get down and that 'my kids do not want to see this'. I should've told him 'If they don't want to see it, they can look down', and thinking back on it I regret not saying 'YOU GUYS ARE JUST ANGRY BECAUSE THIS TIME, YOU GOT SERVED', but I got down, though not without basking in the glory of most of the cafeteria's ecstatic clapping.
I saw a few lunch ladies laughing as well; Ms. E was brooding about getting fired because she had forced me to go up on stage. As Ms. E led me off, some sixth grader told me 'you'll get a referral for this', but I merely shrugged. I don't expect a referral either, because I'd pass it off as 'freedom of expression'. Later, she told me she saw other teachers laughing, so screw Mr. Albert, the fag.
Fifth Period: History
Mean ass subsitute. A friend named Jack and I are in the back laughing as an Ellis Island video plays, looking at some totem pole projects and peeling shit off. I asked him why someone put a stop sign and a 'walk' sign on it, but whatever. We also childishly amused ourselves with our jokes, not many of which I can recall. Some of the black classmates and I usually sing (some girl singer starts and then I go into a chorus of 'ooooo yeah boy'). We also began singing 'I'm in Love with a Stripper' though my lyrics happened to be 'I'm in Love with a Cripple'. After screaming 'SADDOWN SHIBOO', the subsitute relocated me infront of her.
Then, holy shit...one of the biggest coincidences...someone in the back flips on the radio which Mr. Roach keeps back there for whatever reason and 'I'M IN LOVE WITH A STRIPPER' fucking starts playing. We're all there singing and dancing and the subsitute is telling us to turn it off and someone does. THen, when it's Lunch time, someone turns it on again and it's still playing, and she's yelling at us to turn it off but we're just filing out of the class.
Sixth Period: Music
Subsitute named Ms. Bishop. Looked young --- about 18 though she's obviously older---, pale, whitish-blonde hair, mildly attractive. I periodically comment 'you imposter, you don't friggin' move diagnolly'. At the end of the class she finally gets I'm talking about and me and my friends walk out laughing our asses off. We watched a movie in that class about Jazz. I continuously mention 'he wants me to blow into the horn' to everyone around me.
Seventh Period: Math and Afterschool Before Bus
This is one of my wild classes, just like Spanish. This is in the building, separate from the portables where most of my other traditional studies classes are held. In first(Science) I'm nonchalant, second I'm attentive because I'm interested in Art, and fourth is English I Lit and I can't really misbehave in there but do so at a small level anyway. Pretty boring...making a few passing jokes to some people, laughing, hitting on some girls in my class in my mocking way. Then, we're supposed to go down to another person's class because she has to leave. It turns to chaos when me and my posse get there...Phillip Dodd from the Spanish Incident is there, and directs me to serve everyone in the immediate vicinity. I do so, inventing a move called the 'haircut' in which I make my fingers into scissors and start giving myself, well, a haircut. I serve some students, then I serve my teacher Ms. Stephenson.
Later, afterschool, I also served a mailbox, a telephone pole, and Jack. Take the Bush, and now I'm home.
Last edited by Crazy Hades : 03-17-06 at 04:43 PM.
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03-17-06, 04:40 PM
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