On my itouch with a pink jelly cover I write this post instead of watching a video where a man explains something with completely unecessay, uncolorful adjective flooded details. I also write this as an alternative to listening to my one-eyed, large, ever colorly dressed, Texan teacher tell jokes that he has already told us last class.
I have no witty story, so I figured I’d tell you about the people in my class. First there are the over achievers consisting of two small men, sorry boys, and an over perky slightly annoying girl. Then there are the pack of 00 who utter no sentences that do not contain “Oh My Lord!” or “She did NOT!”. Then there are the 5s or 6s who wish they were like the 00s. There are the guys who flex their pex every two miliseconds to try and impress the other pex flexer next to them. The boob movement does not end until that final bell rings at 2:00. The ROTC kids that keep to themselves and draw Optimus Prime, cut them out, and battle with them. The cross country runner and the skater who sleep. The seniors who sleep, also. The swim geeks who try to break codes on their un-pink-jelled-covered itouches and play fruit ninja over and over until they beat their own high score. The quiet girl who wears the same sweater everyday and has the grades her parents make her get. The other quiet girl. The third quiet girl with leather leggings and poorly dyed hair;no comment. Me. The soccer player who free verses and talks about the girls he’ll get with this weekend. The actually, kind of normal girl.
This is my Earth Science class.