Paolo--2002 student and school (not a happy marriage)

    I don't know why I got into this thing about school. Maybe it was the warm weather. Maybe it was because there is so much time between spring break and the end of the school year. Maybe it was hormones. I just couldn't concentrate. On anything. Not for long, anyway. Miss Blanche (who is brown, not white) and I had "talks" about it. Miss Melissa (I love saying that ) would tell me just to get over it. Mr. Stuart kept giving me harder work, thinking I was bored. It was so hard I was clueless which made me hate the class even more.

    Miss Hee Hee (the Indian girls gave her that name because that's how she laughs and she is always laughing whether it's funny or not) was doing utopias in her class. So she said-"Fine, you don't like school the way it is-make designing abetter way into your utopia project. Hee hee." Everytime I goofed off in her class, she would remind me about coming up with a better way to learn. And then go hee or haw or something in a kind of mischievous way. I wished I'd never opened up my big mouth. I kept procrastinating and delaying and not starting until it was the day before the utopia project was due and I was feeling more and more like I was in a dystopia.

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