This is pretty much pasted from my
livejournal. enjoy:
OKAY BACK STORY: There is this kid in my Creative Writing class who is "weird." I'm not sure if he's trying to be weird or if he really is mentally/emotionally not-right, but he's a weirdo, and everybody in class pretty much recognizes him as such.
THAT SAID
Today My Creative Writing teacher asked us if one of us could sumerize the story she read aloud last class and the weirdo volunteered. He said some gibberish that sounded like words, but wasn't. So everybody in class naturally went "Huh?" He than said something like "she said (something something), apparently I was mistaken." The teacher said, "Oh, I asked if somebody could summerize the the story I read." Thinking maybe he misheard the task presented to him. He then said "I translated the title, and I found it to be very... lucid" The teacher then asked if he could see her after class.
SO THEN later in class she had to pass some papers back and she had some other student do it instead so she could talk to mister weird. They go outside for about 5 minutes. the papers are handed out and we are waiting for them to return. When the teacher comes back in, shes all flustered. She tries to get class back on track, but werid is standing at the door behind her and he immediately interupts her by agerly exclaiming "
DORSIL FIN, HOW ABOUT THAT? IS THAT CREATIVE ENOUGH FOR YA???" The teacher then got pissed and shouted "YOU ARE
SUSPENDED!" After this he walks back into the class room to get his bag. The class is dead silent and I am trying not to laugh and I'm trying to keep good notes by writing down everything these two are saying to each other. He says "Fine, maybe I need an educational system that's not all..." Apparently he could not think of what kind of educational system he needed when he started this sentance, and left it unfinished. Then asks "Could I get a note so, you know, I can take it to a superior. A
SUPERIOR" He had to say it TWICE to REALLY punch it in there, you know? Like to really rub it in.
He left the class with a note written by the teacher. The teacher then adressed the class and asked if we needed to talk about what just happened. One student said he was scared of another columbine happening, so I started thinking about what I'd say to talk my way out of being shot if he ever came back. I DO know that if he asks if I beleive in god, I'll say "NO." then I'll write a book to compete with
this one called "He Said No: I'm alive and you aren't, Cassie Bernall, stupid cunt".
The teacher later said when she said he was suspended, she only meant for a day or two. "Thank fucking god" I thought. I want that to happen in every class I have from now on.
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