To be or not to be...
Shakespeare, one of high schools pleasures. Only high school could be so portentous to assume that adolescents will understand Elizabethan literature. Apparently there are an abundance of puns and humor in Hamlet (right after someone dies - and before everyone else dies.) I have english at 8:30 AM every day, 17 year olds are not alive at 8:30, we cannot retain any information presented to us at such an ungodly hour.
My english teacher, Mrs. Goldstein, a nuerotic jewish woman, who wears alot of polyester pant-suits (very carol brady) is quite chipper at 8:30...shes like that annoying lady in Office Space who says, "Looks like somebody has a case of the Mondays!" and you really really want to strangle her.
Anyway...so we are a class of 35 dead high schoolers, you've got the standard group...girl with lipgloss and compact, the kid who comes into class every single day and says, "aww man we had homework?? She never said that!", ass-kisser:female, ass-kisser:male, kid who smells like cigarettes that the teacher hates, kid who smells like pot that the teacher hates even more than cigarette kid, kid who blantantly stares into space and occasionally drools...then theres everyone else.
Mrs Goldstein is making us listen to her read Hamlet, honestly, I dont think its physically possible to be able to focus on someone reading Hamlet to you...at 8:30. Nobody can do that, not superman, not Ghandi, not Jesus, not even Shakespeare himself could do it! And every now and then she'll read off a line, and start laughing like its just the funniest thing. Does she not notice even drool boy has taken the effort to lift his eyes in acknowledgement of her insanity?
Whatever, I saw the simpons Hamlet episode, so I didnt even have to read the book. Only the simpons could synopsisis Hamlet into a 15 minute cartoon that I can watch and get a B.
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: Back to school, back to school, to prove to dad that I'm not a fool. I got my lunch packed up, my boots tied tight, I hope I don't get in a fight.
My english teacher, Mrs. Goldstein, a nuerotic jewish woman, who wears alot of polyester pant-suits (very carol brady) is quite chipper at 8:30...shes like that annoying lady in Office Space who says, "Looks like somebody has a case of the Mondays!" and you really really want to strangle her.
Anyway...so we are a class of 35 dead high schoolers, you've got the standard group...girl with lipgloss and compact, the kid who comes into class every single day and says, "aww man we had homework?? She never said that!", ass-kisser:female, ass-kisser:male, kid who smells like cigarettes that the teacher hates, kid who smells like pot that the teacher hates even more than cigarette kid, kid who blantantly stares into space and occasionally drools...then theres everyone else.
Mrs Goldstein is making us listen to her read Hamlet, honestly, I dont think its physically possible to be able to focus on someone reading Hamlet to you...at 8:30. Nobody can do that, not superman, not Ghandi, not Jesus, not even Shakespeare himself could do it! And every now and then she'll read off a line, and start laughing like its just the funniest thing. Does she not notice even drool boy has taken the effort to lift his eyes in acknowledgement of her insanity?
Whatever, I saw the simpons Hamlet episode, so I didnt even have to read the book. Only the simpons could synopsisis Hamlet into a 15 minute cartoon that I can watch and get a B.
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: Back to school, back to school, to prove to dad that I'm not a fool. I got my lunch packed up, my boots tied tight, I hope I don't get in a fight.
