TERRY FOX RUN?
FIRST PERIOD-BIOLOGY
"...and don't forget, today's the Terry Fox run during period 5, which will be canceled if your class has bought out! Here's Mrs. Turner with a special message..."
I yawned in first period and struggled to stay awake. Terry Fox run...I looked outside to be greeted by pouring rain. Glad I'm not running it I thought, as I yawned again.
SECOND & THIRD PERIOD-LUNCH
"HAHA! HEY HEY! What if I decided to run in the Terry Fox run today? In a white t-shirt? EH eh ??" Sheldon laughed.
"Then I would be right behind you," I stated with a exagerated wink.
"Seriously though, who would actually run or even walk, or even bike today?" Edwin said, "That would just... be...."
"Supporting of Terry Fox?" I guessed.
"...stupid," finished Edwin, "I mean, look at the weather!"
"True, " agreed Sheldon.
FOURTH PERIOD-ART
The rain splashed against the window as Mrs. Day continued droning on about "monocromatic painting".
"So Tony," I said, "I'm coming over right?"
No response.
I repeated my question.
No response.
I became a little angry.
Turning around, I said, "Tony MAN...At least ANSWER when I talk to you!!!"
"Uhh..It's me? Neil? Tony's not here today dunny..." Neil said.
"...uhh..riight."
I had a epiphany suddenly. "WAIT! IF TONY'S NOT HERE, THEN WHAT AM I GOING TO DO DURING FIFTH???"
"MATTHEW, FOR GOD'S SAKE, QUIET IT DOWN, PLEASE!" Mrs. Day cut through my panicked scream.
"Sorry miss," I said, as a mediocre apology. I expected her face calm down. Instead, it raged on.
"MISS?? MISS?! WHO'S THIS 'MISS' YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT?? MY NAME IS MRS. DAY, NOT MISS. DAY. I'VE BEEN MARRIED FOR 20 YEARS AND I'VE EARNED MY DESIGNATION! HONESTLY MATTHEW GET IT RIGHT!! "
"???"
I continued to try to figure out what to do during 5th period. Eventually I had an epiphany.
"I know! I'll call my mom to pick me up early! MISS-UHH..I MEAN, MRS. DAY!" I called out. "Can I call my mom for a second?"
Ever the nosy teacher, she said, "What for?"
Ever the stupid student, I said, "'cause miss-uhh..mrs. Day! I don't want to run in the Terry Fox run so I'm going to go home."
Horrified, Mrs. Day sat back on her desk, gasping for breath. "You-You....monster!"
"...????"
"How could you not run the Run?!"
"Uhh....It's raining???"
"What are umbrella's for?"
"Uhh...keep dry?"
"And?"
"And...I'm going to call my mom?"
"wh-ga-ha!" She sputtered. Then she said proudly, "I'll be walking in the run."
"How ironic. Walking in the run."
fgh
"Matthew! I cannot believe you would call your poor mom to come and pick you up!"
"Miss! How else am I going to get home?!"
She pointed, a look of disbelief at my legs. "What-What are those things?"
"Pants?" I said.
"Very FUnny. You've got legs. Walk home." She said with an air of finality.
"Nah...I live too far away."
"*GASP!!* Unbelievable!! Your mother could catch cold and DIE in the cold rain!"
"Uhh..Miss--Mrs. Day. I'm not asking her to WALK here. You won't catch cold in the car. Tsk..."
"I forbid you to call your mother."
"But..But..OK fine. Can I uhh..go to the bathroom?"
"No. You can't leave the room."
Just then the other art teacher Mrs "Zatolla" (sp??) came in.
"Hey, Day!"
"You'll never believe what this young man has just been proposing." Mrs. Day said while pointing at me and glaring.
"Him? He seems normal...What happened?"
"He wants to call his mother so that he can kill her!!!"
"Why...why, thats horrible!" Mrs. Zatolla gave me a dirty look.
"bi-gi-gi!?" I choked. "MISS! That's perprosterous (sp??) !!! I just wanted to leave early from school today. C'mon MISS, who do you believe? Honestly."
"Well, Day has never let me down before." She said while Mrs. Day nodded her approval. "And besides, I don't trust your eyes."
"...Well there's a racist comment if I've ever heard one." I commented.
"COME ON MATTHEW." Mrs. Day erupted. "WAlk with me! I brought a double umbrella!"
"What's a double - - oh lordy! Gawd what is that?!" I grimaced as she proudly displayed the most hideous umbrella I had ever seen.
I had visions of myself holding the umbrella while Mrs. Day walked beside me.
"No thanks. Wait, Mrs. Day, don't you smoke??"
"yes..so?"
"How ironic. Developing a cancer in your lungs while raising money for another cancer."
"Cheeky boy!''
"Call me whatever you want."
"Well, its not like you don't have permission to call other people - - "
"Well, then I choose to call..MY MOM!"
"...sit down."
--TO BE CONTINUED...
"...and don't forget, today's the Terry Fox run during period 5, which will be canceled if your class has bought out! Here's Mrs. Turner with a special message..."
I yawned in first period and struggled to stay awake. Terry Fox run...I looked outside to be greeted by pouring rain. Glad I'm not running it I thought, as I yawned again.
SECOND & THIRD PERIOD-LUNCH
"HAHA! HEY HEY! What if I decided to run in the Terry Fox run today? In a white t-shirt? EH eh ??" Sheldon laughed.
"Then I would be right behind you," I stated with a exagerated wink.
"Seriously though, who would actually run or even walk, or even bike today?" Edwin said, "That would just... be...."
"Supporting of Terry Fox?" I guessed.
"...stupid," finished Edwin, "I mean, look at the weather!"
"True, " agreed Sheldon.
FOURTH PERIOD-ART
The rain splashed against the window as Mrs. Day continued droning on about "monocromatic painting".
"So Tony," I said, "I'm coming over right?"
No response.
I repeated my question.
No response.
I became a little angry.
Turning around, I said, "Tony MAN...At least ANSWER when I talk to you!!!"
"Uhh..It's me? Neil? Tony's not here today dunny..." Neil said.
"...uhh..riight."
I had a epiphany suddenly. "WAIT! IF TONY'S NOT HERE, THEN WHAT AM I GOING TO DO DURING FIFTH???"
"MATTHEW, FOR GOD'S SAKE, QUIET IT DOWN, PLEASE!" Mrs. Day cut through my panicked scream.
"Sorry miss," I said, as a mediocre apology. I expected her face calm down. Instead, it raged on.
"MISS?? MISS?! WHO'S THIS 'MISS' YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT?? MY NAME IS MRS. DAY, NOT MISS. DAY. I'VE BEEN MARRIED FOR 20 YEARS AND I'VE EARNED MY DESIGNATION! HONESTLY MATTHEW GET IT RIGHT!! "
"???"
I continued to try to figure out what to do during 5th period. Eventually I had an epiphany.
"I know! I'll call my mom to pick me up early! MISS-UHH..I MEAN, MRS. DAY!" I called out. "Can I call my mom for a second?"
Ever the nosy teacher, she said, "What for?"
Ever the stupid student, I said, "'cause miss-uhh..mrs. Day! I don't want to run in the Terry Fox run so I'm going to go home."
Horrified, Mrs. Day sat back on her desk, gasping for breath. "You-You....monster!"
"...????"
"How could you not run the Run?!"
"Uhh....It's raining???"
"What are umbrella's for?"
"Uhh...keep dry?"
"And?"
"And...I'm going to call my mom?"
"wh-ga-ha!" She sputtered. Then she said proudly, "I'll be walking in the run."
"How ironic. Walking in the run."
fgh
"Matthew! I cannot believe you would call your poor mom to come and pick you up!"
"Miss! How else am I going to get home?!"
She pointed, a look of disbelief at my legs. "What-What are those things?"
"Pants?" I said.
"Very FUnny. You've got legs. Walk home." She said with an air of finality.
"Nah...I live too far away."
"*GASP!!* Unbelievable!! Your mother could catch cold and DIE in the cold rain!"
"Uhh..Miss--Mrs. Day. I'm not asking her to WALK here. You won't catch cold in the car. Tsk..."
"I forbid you to call your mother."
"But..But..OK fine. Can I uhh..go to the bathroom?"
"No. You can't leave the room."
Just then the other art teacher Mrs "Zatolla" (sp??) came in.
"Hey, Day!"
"You'll never believe what this young man has just been proposing." Mrs. Day said while pointing at me and glaring.
"Him? He seems normal...What happened?"
"He wants to call his mother so that he can kill her!!!"
"Why...why, thats horrible!" Mrs. Zatolla gave me a dirty look.
"bi-gi-gi!?" I choked. "MISS! That's perprosterous (sp??) !!! I just wanted to leave early from school today. C'mon MISS, who do you believe? Honestly."
"Well, Day has never let me down before." She said while Mrs. Day nodded her approval. "And besides, I don't trust your eyes."
"...Well there's a racist comment if I've ever heard one." I commented.
"COME ON MATTHEW." Mrs. Day erupted. "WAlk with me! I brought a double umbrella!"
"What's a double - - oh lordy! Gawd what is that?!" I grimaced as she proudly displayed the most hideous umbrella I had ever seen.
I had visions of myself holding the umbrella while Mrs. Day walked beside me.
"No thanks. Wait, Mrs. Day, don't you smoke??"
"yes..so?"
"How ironic. Developing a cancer in your lungs while raising money for another cancer."
"Cheeky boy!''
"Call me whatever you want."
"Well, its not like you don't have permission to call other people - - "
"Well, then I choose to call..MY MOM!"
"...sit down."
--TO BE CONTINUED...
