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I am extremely upset, dut to the fact that I was typing the latest entry to my column and I spent an hour typing it and then I had like 15 windows
on my screen and I shut three and I must have shut the column one by accident. In fact, I am so totally upset that I will not type anything today for now, just this, and when my extreme happiness has gone away, I will type again, which will probabbly not be soon. Which I imagine what happens to a woman when her baby dies at birth. She is extremely upset and doesn't try to have another one for a while.
But, unlike a mother, I can just write a bit and then write more later, unlike a mother who, once she has that baby, she will neverhave one like it, even if it was twins and one is still left alive.
*Sigh*
Okay, one part of it was about teachers (Warning: if you are a teacher, do not read this, for it is very rude and undignifying. Well, I warned you.) :
Okay, people, answer one question for me, and my passion for you will be never dying. Well, sice that sounds gay, let's just say I will be very thankful.
Why do teeachers give so much work???
Not to offend any teachers here, but, seriously, do they have such a completely empty schedule, (or, as teenagers put it "no life") that they prefer grading papers to watching a horror movie with your loved one, snuggling closer in the darkness (preferably, your loved one is a husband or wife) and sharing a tub of jumbo-sized popcorn???? Or do they prefer to slash through test papers with their red permanent Sharpie pens, grinning wildly, with the smile only an F- some poor unsuspecting soul will recieve can bring????
I can imagine them, telling their husband or wife, sitting in their weather-beaten couch, in a voice dripping with honey only an F- some poor unsuspecting soul will recieve can bring, "Honey, can you please pass me another Sharpie pen? This one's out of ink." And then , at this moment, there would be a flash of lightning, then a flash of thunder, and then an evil cackle.
Do any of the kids that are reading this disagree? Because you must tell me. If you do not agree, you are not a normal child. And all the adults out there, don't you remember? Maybe it's over for you now (I can hear your voices sighing with relief, so don't hide it), but, surely, you remember the purely non-fantasies you had, similar to these? Don't deny it!!!
Well, update you later!!! Chao!!!
Oh, and my little sister, Esther, joined.
Her homepage is :
http://www.Prose-n-Poetry.com/author/2705
And don't be harsh, she's rather young.
ooh lala
I think this will turn into a school issue!!
Our next topic for discussion is: Cafeteria Food.
ARGH!!! What is with cafeteria food? Here is a detalied description of what we poor souls have to go through to get our food:
I slide my recycled tray that says "Don't smoke" through the lunch line, wishing my mother would, for once, make my lunch. Why? Because I get a glimpse of what I am to eat at lunch. What do I see? I see a tub of gray muck (mashed potatoes, I suppose?), a bucket of what I think is...oh no!!!It's mystery meat!!! No, anything but mystery meat!! please!!! I figured out the 'mystery' behind the meat, and missed a day of school. Why? It was spent throwing up any remains of the piece I dared take of the mystery-meat-that-was-not-so-much-of-a-mystery-anymore. (I was dared!! Come on, you know how kids my age are treated when they're too 'chicken' to take a dare!!!) Do you want to know? If you just ate, please, digest your food before you read any of this, I beg of you!! I don't want anybody to sue!!! If you actually like mystery meat, (in which case, please, I don't think you're the type of person that should read my column) please, don't read on.
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Oka, ready? Maybe they have different types of mystery meat in different schools, but I suspect the method id the same everywhere. When I tasted that meat, I tasted the remains of yesterday's peanut butter and jelly, chicken, and sweet potatoes. That's what mystery meat is. It's the remains of the food of the day before, because they don't want the food of yesterday to just be thrown away!! They want to use every little particle of food. Now, I don't really know that this is what mystery meat is, but I'm guessing that my guess is as good as yours, so, there you go, my opinion of what mystery meat is.
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Well, where was I? Oh, yeah. No, not mystery meat!!!
And....vegetable delight? I can't really tell...Those are carrots, I'm sure..I mean, what else is orange? And that looks like steamed broccoli...
"Well, what are you having?"
A voice startles me out of my thoughts.
"What?"
I look up into the eyes of a cafeteria lady, a piece of steamed broccoli strewn across the front of her apron,her black nylon hair net gleaming in the white mass of her hair.
"I said, what are you having." She repeats slowly, as if she's serving a mentally retarted child.
I quickly forgive her. I mean, she does stand there, on her feet for 3 hours, serving rude middle schoolers.
I looked at the serving implent she held over her shoulder, dripping with mashed potatoes.
"I'll,um, have the vegetable delight." I said, because it was the only thing that looked half edible.
When she lowered the same implement she had used to gather up the potatoes into the vegetable delight, I quickly changed my mind.
"Actually, I'll have the orange, only."
Looking frustrated, she lowered the spatula or whatever it was and grunted.
She slapped an orange onto my recycled tray andsent me down the lunch line. At the cashier, I payed $1.25 for the orange that my maother buys 5 for a dollar.
And that is what we kids go through in the cafeteria line every weekday.
If this was offensive to anybody, I am truly sorry.
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