In the morning during homeroom.
D: What did everybody do Saturday?
Mr. C: Umm well (cut off)
D: Well I’ll tell you what I did. I went over to my friend’s house and smoked some blunts. I was so high.
Mr. C: Well that’s inappropriate.
D: All my friend’s was passed out on the floor.
Mr. C: Okay new subject.
1st Block with my Seniors:
C showed up for the 4th time this whole semester. He was writing on the desk when I walked up to him.
Mr.C: How about we write on our paper instead of the desk? And you need to put up your mp3 player.
C: I dont work with books.
Mr.C: You don’t what?
C: I don’t work with books. I hate books. I know my life is like a movie. I don’t like reading the bible. I like to listen. I don’t like books.
Mr. C: Why?
C: Why I don’t like books? I grew up with the consequences of books. When i’m not books, when i’m not studying or reading books, I get in trouble.
Mr. C: You won’t get in trouble, I just want you to do some definitions so I can get you some grades, you haven’t been to class in a while.
C: Look at my eyes.
Mr. C: You look sleepy, but it’s early in the morning.
C: I’m really fucked up right now. I smoked 3 blunts, took 4 xanax.