YES, Christmas break is finally here and I am of good cheer!

So I shall write a poem, and I won’t even know it.

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As you can see, I’m not too good at writing poems of that sort, but I am good at ranting, and what a fun rant I shall have about the “Event”

Begin Time of “Event” – 2nd period, French Class.

Duration of “Event” – Not counting the laughter and mocking afterwards, about 2 periods later.

What is the event, in details?

What another boring day in French class. It’s not the French in itself, which is still annoying, but rather the teacher who makes it quite a horrible experience. Not to condemn the teacher either, she is a great person, but her teaching style is not. I fall asleep in that class almost every single day. How many other classes do I fall asleep in? None others. In fact, my grades in all of my other classes are high A’s if not entirely the best in the class. And believe me, I’m taking extremely challenging courses which include among them Calculus and AP Bio. For a high school junior, this is more than enough homework each day, which is why I’m glad for the break. So, back to the French class, it’s the last day and everything for the year (until 2005) and she pulls us up to the board to do sentences in French. We have to make up sentences on the board using some restrictions, like using the past tense of a verb or having the word “Hier” (yesterday) in it, etc. So we’re writing a sentence, and the Kryptonian (I’m using their Internet Name of course), who happens to be one of my best friends, writes a sentence something like this: “Semaine derniere, je n’ais pas tue’ Alexandre’” which translates to something like so: “Last week, I did not kill Alex.” Next sentence he wrote went something like this: “Mais, aujourd’hui, je vais tuer Alexandre. Je blaugue.” – “But today, I will kill Alexander. I joke.” The class, which consisted of four people including me, laughed at it and took it as a joke, like we always do. I mean, we’re in a private school and we can joke about that kind of stuff without getting into stuff like suspension or that sort of thing. So we went on and she asked us to do a sentence using “hier”. So I began writing the word and then I turned and asked how I would say, “Yesterday, I attempted suicide,” in a joking manner. She turned to me and she said, “You would never do that would you, because that’s bad.” I quickly interjected and reassured her that I was only joking.

Soon the bell rang and it t’was time for me to go to American Literature. Oh no! I needed to do some last minute studying for the test we were having on linking and helping verbs. Mainly memorization of the “am is are”, “taste feel smell”, and the “have has had” verbs. So I quickly set off and grab my blue grammar book and begin cramming. I walk into the classroom and find that Jenny Seeman is absent on this day…and I being her table partner, now have the whole table for myself! I quickly grab her chair that’s near the wall and sit in it. Ahh, the chair next to the wall…the best location ever…and it was next to a window too. Too bad it was too foggy outside to look at anything. In fact, it has been quite foggy for the past few days now…but that’s beside the point. Miss Hicks hands out the tests and I take it. I had miraculously remembered most of the verbs and put them down on the paper. Once I finished the test, I turned it in and sat down back into the special chair. Joel, who was sitting in front of me, started eating his chips and making loud noises by crunching the chips with his mouth open. This is typical Joel behavior. Then after everyone else finished the test, Miss Hicks went over the rules and guidelines for anyone interested in a speech meet. That took up most of the class time. Once class was over, I was walking out of the classroom when the giant pine tree came walking along, and having found sight of me, pointed towards the direction of the French room and said, “There’s someone who wants to see you in Mr. Ronholt’s room.” (The giant pine tree is Chris, our soccer goal-keeper who is what…6’7″?) Okay, so I head over and see Mr. Ronholt standing there in front of the door. I say hi, he does the same and then turns away from my direction. Odd, so it must not be Mr. Ronholt who wants to see me, who else, then? As I walked in, I saw who it was who had used the giant pine to call me in. Mrs. Dods, the French Teacher. I didn’t know the reason why she had called me in, but I went ahead and walked toward her. She pointed to a seat and told me to sit down (politely, of course). So I sat down and she started off, “This will only take a minute. About what you said in class while you were up doing sentences…”

I quickly interjected, knowing what she was talking about, “It was only a joke, I swear. I would never do that.”

She then said, “I know, but if you are, I just want to let you know, it’s a very bad decision.”

“Listen, I’m not capable of doing that sort of thing. I was only joking.” I was a little irritated but I kept talking in this kind of reassuring manner. So I bid farewell, and I headed off towards my next class.

Later in the day, I was wanting to tell Matt (another French student) about what Mrs. Dods said to me but when I came up and asked him if he remembered about what happened in class, he said, “Oh, that suicide thing?”

“Yea, that, how did you know?” I asked, because obviously, people usually don’t remember those kinds of things meant as jokes…or do they? No they don’t…usually. This is not one of the unusual cases, though.

“Yeah, Mrs. Dods actually went up and asked me about it, if I thought that you were serious…” he then replied.

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Eh, I’m actually too tired to rant about this right now. This has got to be the biggest post I’ve made. Anyways, one final question:

She noticed my suicide comment, and thought I might have been capable of that more than Rhett’s comment about him killing me? Because, obviously, both were identical, both were about murders, both were identified as just being jokes, and yet…yeah.

Signing out,

-Reality Corp.