The Wonderful World of Freshman English...

English class amazes me. You walk in and go to the general area of your seat. The bell rings and The Stick, a.k.a. my teacher, gets up from the large desk, and grabs her possibly 12th cup of coffee that morning. The morning announcements turn on, starting with the Pledge of Allegiance that is so fast not even a 5 year old that ate an entire bag of sugar could follow along. Then the announcer goes on and on about the things happening lately...blahblah girls waterpolo and boys basketball...blahblah quote of the week...blahblah and then it will be silent. The Stick tells us to get out our books for 20 minutes of silent reading, which as the students take it, are 20 minutes to hold a book in front of you and pretend to read while you silently text your friends about that guy or girl you met yesterday, or finish homework from another class because you were too lazy to do it. All the while, The Stick is smiling while she reads some book. I would't be suprised if it were upside down. So when that session is over, we all do our work. Now if it's a Friday, we're lucky enought to have a vocab quiz on words such as obstreporous and unmitigated. We do that painfully long fill in the blank, spelling, defining, and questioning test. Please note that the people next to me will pass a list of the definitions amongst themselves so that they won't fail because they didn't study. This goes on for a whole period while The Stick grades or does something on the computer and the T.A. runs her errands. (I feel so bad for him) Then the bell will finally ring and before you can say "I like kabobs", I'm out of there.