it's interesting. I have very few friends but i'm still happy I have some friends. I'm getting use to the rejection I get from our church. For the science fair i'm working on my experiment on hydroelectricity. It's gonna be awesome. Third Period is still like a jungle. Theres a latino girl in that class who might like me. I wrote this poem as a ode to my classes at Eastern:
The Classroom.
This place called a classroom,
Is where I am,
Listening to this thinggy called a teacher,
Who keeps on preaching ,
The word's the rocks cry out,
In the table across from me there is a
latino princess who is out of her mind,
wanting to be at the wild side,
look across the room and you will see,
a football obsessed evil goblin,
who is pissed of at everybody,
we've got black bodied monsters,
always after everybody,
and blonde haired enchantresses,
enchanting timelords like me.
So here I am, on this mission of mine,
to seek out wisdom from learning all the while,
the final destany at the end, is a light out these classrooms, as I head to collage.
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