Today, I had a test on a book I hadn't read, To Kill a Mockin' bird. But seriously who makes kids read a book during the summer ? Yeah, I know, people tell me I had 2 months... But I did loads of things during the summer. I went outside... That 's about it, but still. And now it's Sunday, I hate Sunday it's the worth day with Tuesday. Well Sunday isn't all that bad, but at 6 P.M, it's the worth moment of the week because you can't do anything. You're stuck. And Tuesday, don't get me started on Tuesday. It's right after Monday and Monday, you think, oh it's gonna be all right it's only five days but then at the end of the week, you realize it's Tuesday. And then you cry for a bit.
So I went to school on Monday. It started fine with Art, and then I had Math. I like Math, you don't have to write so much. Ironic, hun? Because i'm writing this. Yeah but this is fine, because I don't have to think if the teacher is going to understand what i'm saying. And the worth part, the one thing that makes me furious is when they take half a point because you wrote “gonna” and not “going to”. It's how we talk ! Why can't we write how we speak, it makes sense. If our language is evolving then so should our writing, no ? Whatever. So then we had break, and then english, so the test. That break, it was like waiting to be called for a poem you haven't learned. You know it's coming but you don't know when or how it's going to go. So you make things worst, you give yourself hope. '' Oh maybe we won't have the test ''. I call that denial. I hate it, because at the end it all the false hopes fall on you. So I went in class I took the seat furthest at the back. So I could ask for some answers. But in reality all the kids who are at the back haven't read the book. So you're making it worst for yourself, but the kid next to me knew it all. But of course he's the world's most selfish person. So you stop asking him after the fifth time he ignored you. And then you develop weird habits, you look everywhere and you look at everyone to see if there's anyone troubling like you, to make yourself feel better. But this time, everyone was smart as a whip. And then you realize that you can't give a blank copy so you start writing stuff just for the sake of writing it. For example :
Why is he nice ?
Because he has a nice attitude.
And also you have to write big sentences, so you try writing the best sentences ever, as if that would make any difference. For example :
Where is the big store in the town ?
The big store in the town is at the bottom of the town.
You figure you have a 50% chance to get it, if you think like that.
So then I had 10 minutes left before the bell. And you want to give it before it rings, because if not the teacher thinks you didn't read the book. But you can't just give it because then she'll read it so you have to wait that someone gets up, and give it right before them. I'm pretty sure I think to much of what the teacher thinks of me. Anyways, the guy next to me was kind of moving so I started lurking towards him, but he just wanted to take something out of his. The teacher and he said to sit back down. Embarrassing, I was peaking around to see if anyone was going to give the paper in. I saw someone about to do it but they were to far away. And I wouldn't have been able to catch. While thinking of all of this, the bell rung. This time I wasn't saved by the bell, but cheated.
I gave the paper and the teacher asked if I even read the book. I looked at him, just gave him a dirty look and walked away.
I guess the moral in this story is...wait there isn't any moral to this story, just do you're homework. Or else you'll get pooped on. I still don't know what grade I have, probably not a good one. But I guess there is a first for everything, not my first bad grade, no, my first bad grade I knew in advance.
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