I don't usually post things in here that often, which is why I'm posting in here. This is something I wrote while I was bored in class. It basically entails the thoughts running through my head on a certain day, with names and topics changed to protect the innocents. It's not a poem, but I figured that a short story or two wouldn't hurt the Writer's Cove that much. Enjoy my academic failings. ----- The bell rings, and we sit down. 1:47 PM. Class has started. As I sit, my eyes feel weighted and heavy. My brain is strangely numb. There’s no doubt about it… I must be in Economics. Yawn. I wish I was at home sleeping (or just sleeping, period). Maybe if I put my head down, he won’t see me. I only hope he’s that blind. If only the person in front of me were taller. Then I could sleep unnoticed. Unless I snore. But I don’t. I don’t think I snore. I better not or – “The price goes up, so quantity demand goes down, and quantity supply goes up, therefore, there is a surplus.” Blah blah blah blaaaaaaaaa . He’s like one of Charlie Brown’s parents. Wah wah wah wah wah. He just drones on and on and on and on, monotonous and boring. He’s a broken down, warped record that just sk-sk-sk-skips and repeats. It’s like when you’re reading a book, and you read the same line again on accident. It’s like when you’re reading a book, and you read the same line again on accident… Sigh. I do so as I write it down on a sheet of paper. The letters are round – almost as round as the teacher. I wonder if he rolls downhill. Maybe he has his own gravitational pull. Oh, I probably shouldn’t think like that. I’m sure he’s a nice guy in real life. Ha ha, real life… this isn’t real life. It’s more like hell, a slow-moving hell of taxes and factor markets. This room is very warm. I feel all warm and fuzzy inside, like I just ate a cat with a fever. My car is like this on sunny days. After an hour or two under the sun, it’s very warm and makes me sleepy. Maybe I could just drive home. I could just walk out of class and drive away. Maybe I should. Sure. Snore. After this nap. I probably couldn’t anyways. I need this class to graduate. Gah! Senior classes are so boring. I should just speak my mind about this. That would give the old geezer a heart attack for sure. I’m sure I could stay awake if he fell over in his chair and started twitching, or convulsing. Convulsing is a fun word. Just like eskimo, spatula, or gazebo. Spanish has some funny words too, like hablabamos. My personal favorite is trabajabamos. But it doesn’t hold a candle to blubber. I can sit there and say that all day. Blubber, blubber, blubber, blubber, blubber… Holy crap, I can’t even concentrate when I’m being off-task! What I was thinking about again? Oh yeah, making the old man have a heart attack. I wish I could. Just speak up and rant on and on, but I probably won’t. Rant? Ha, I’m so tired I doubt I’ll even be able to finish a complete – The bell rings, and I wake up. Is class over? I look at the clock and… 1:42 PM. “Hey, lazy, you’re going to be late to class,” someone says. Yawn. Sigh. Snore. I get out of my seat and make the long, dreadful walk to Economics.
Thanks! Yeah, what I like most about this piece is that it follows how a human actually thinks, going from subject to subject with no rhyme or reason. Thanks for commenting! Anyone else?
Well, how strange. I hear both really, but I hear 'on accident' more than 'by accident.' How strange indeed.
I was just reading this, and the style is pretty good...I really liked this...it's catchy-ish and kinda witty, IMAO. Good job!
That's exactly what I though while reading it! I was thinkin of writing something like that, actually...and well, you've put in such an amazing way...it's a perfect representation of when you are really bored and lots of wierd shit enters your head...everything but what the teacher is rambling on about, really...
Isn't that male? Mon ami.. I suppose it might be ma amie, but that wouldn't work because of those goddamned vowels. I've been taking French for a while, know lots of complicated words, but these stupid simple things I learnt years ago evade me.
I agree with Mali's earlier post. I want to see what you can do with it... after all, I'm sure we think of different things while we're bored, so it'll probably be pretty funny to see your thought processes instead of mine. =]
My teacher said that beacuse of the 'goddamn' vowels, feminine words have 'mon' preceeding them...mon amie, mon orieille... I'd love to try, it's a cool plotline (the short story)...but for now, I have to study french...in a week I will be free! FREE!