You know what Shakespeare's main problem was?
His speech impediment.
Well, today we call it a 'way of brilliant poetic language'; but if it was, then why do they have the long and drawn-out explanations in the front of the book and every other page?
Yeah. He had problems. Or rather; he wrote about people who had problems. Every other story he wrote has the beginning words, 'the tragedy of...'
This guy had to have been depressed. Or had hard-ons for depressing stories. Whatever.
"And everyone, don't forget your Shakespeare notes on that packet! Its due Monday!" My English teacher, Miss Moody shouts out above the students chatter. Except me. I'm packing up my stuff so I can get out of here and away from Macbeth.
Too bad we'll be talking about it for the next month or so.
The next thing I knew, I'm shaken out of my thoughts on Shakespeare's problems by the bell. Its not like the sound a normal bell made, it had more of a whine to it. Hell, it didn't even tinkle like a normal bell. Just a monotone whine.
I step out into the hallway, greeted by the smells of expensive and cheap clone and something burning. It must have been a lab day today.
My next (and last) period of the day is Graphic Arts. We do all kinds of crap from making buisness cards to flyers, all done by a good old-fashioned printing press. In the beginning of the year, I hated the smell of the room (ink and picture developing fluids) but now I love it. Its also warm in there. Probably the warmest place in the school. Yeah, our high school's an ice-box. And then in the warm weather its an oven. Joy.
As usual, the familiar smell greets me along with the chugging sounds of the printing press. I don't know why, but its like a great big bear hug to me.
Except the teacher. Hes a bit...Well, he seems to have a stick up his a**. Alot. I think he's a perfectionist. Which is probably a good thing for this job.
"Alright, get to your stations and NO GAMES, for you gamers in here." He eyed the three boys near the back of the room, playing some motor-cross game on the computer. One of them started chuckling, as the other two closed them out quickly and went on the program designed for making flyers. I sat next to Stephanie, a senior this year. I was going to miss her, she was pretty cool. I used to have a crush on her brother, but I found out the hard way that...Well, lets just say he knows how to play the field.
"Secret loooovers....Thats what me and Stephanie aaare..." I croon, giving her a funny grin. She starts to laugh.
"Oh my God, just stop." She chuckles, giving me a complacent grin.
"So, whats up?"
"Not much...Gotta go to work today, though. But my boyfriend's giving me a lift, so I don't mind half as much."
"You know Steph...I don't know how to tell you this but...Your boyfriend's got an STD."
"God, you are so evil!!" She laughs, and so do I. Pretty soon, I'm ragging on her and shes ragging on me, but all out of good fun. My other friend comes over, his name's Richie. And to clear the air a bit; yes, hes gay. But hes awesome.
"Lindsaaaaay. I need help." He doesn't act like it all that much, though. I look towards him, and playfully scowl.
"Your mom needs help."
Richie puts on a fake frown. He tries to make it look real but...Yeah. He just can't. "My mom's dead."
"My mom's a vegetable." I say, and he scoffs. "What do you need help with?"
"How do you cut out a picture from Photoshop again?"
"I showed you yesterday, foo!"
"I know, but you're so goooooood at it, and I'm not!" He brown noses, and I give him an eyeroll.
"Fine, fine. But listen next time, ok?"
"Yeah, yeah. I know."
"How was your day?" My dad asks as we get into the pick-up. Actually, its my uncle Ed's, but that'll come up later.
"Ok." I say, pressing the button for the window to come down. I'm like a dog in this aspect. I'll lean on my arm and rest my head out the window. My aunt once told me I'd get my head chopped off, she heard from a friend who heard from a friend...You know the deal. And its not like my head's out out. My temple is leaning on my arm. I just like to feel the wind in my hair.
I hear my dad turn on the radio to the 'Conservative Talk' station. I hate that station. Both sides of the democratic and republican duke it out, both sides seem ridiculous. Well, politics in general. My father starts to talk to me about how the guy on the radio is full of bull crap, and I tune him out, saying 'uh-huh' and 'yeah.' I'm starting to wish I had my iPod Nano with me.
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