Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Friday, August 27, 2010

8.27

New School Year

He walked down the long [stupid] hallway to his first [insufferable] class. He [wearily] took a seat near the front of the classroom [because teachers always watch the back]. He arranged four [boring][black] pens on his desk and shuffled [useless] papers around in his [undersized] backpack. He felt like [cursing] using the restroom, but he thought that [he would be kicked out] he could hold it.
The [Ponce] professor [slouched] walked in and [horrified] addressed the [menial mind slaves] class.
"My name is Professor [Prickworthy Pooppants] Lane, and if you [want to leave] have any questions, address them to [my rump] me. If any of you are [more intelligent than me] in the wrong [hellhole] class, now would be a good time to [hit me in the face with a brick] leave. I [eat babies] hope you all [shrink up and die] have [two guns to do the job] a [minor migrane] good [psychiatrist] year."

He [smacked the desk in frustration, stood and chewed out the teacher for arriving late, stormed around the front of the room, declaiming the school, professor, and program for instituting such a useless, idiotic class, with absolutely no viable positive effect on his skills or knowledge] smiled.

He was ready for class.
[Hardly.]

4 comments:

  1. Interestingly humorous writing concept. I hope it's fiction because that class sounds intolerable!

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  2. It is, luckily.
    It is merely a sample of my inner monologue that I TOTALLY CANNOT ESCAPE.

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  3. ... so am I crazier than you because I have an inner dialogue (the "ue" just NEEDS to be there, don't you think?)? Sometimes, there are more than two in the conversation.

    Anyway, I completely understand. The teacher doesn't even have to be that bad, really. It would just be so nice to be done.

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  4. Okay, so sometimes it really IS that bad. Take the capstone, for instance. I might as well be Atlas.

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