A/N: Hey peoples. I guess 'parodies and spoofs' was the closest that comes
to this, considering Mrs. Waugh (my Alg. 1 teacher) is a spoof of all human
life… Well, instead of paying attention in Alg. 1, I decided to create the
better waste of time, and write this! The things that are supposed to be in
Italics with be in all CAPS, so please pardon my PC's retartedness. So,
without further adieu…
The Lament of an Algebra One Student
She squirmed in her seat…it was too early to have to put up with this. She glanced backwards over her shoulder to check the clock. 8:55am. Only ten more minutes of torture to go. I'D RATHER BE IN ENGLISH RIGHT NOW! She screamed inside her head. EVEN WORKIN ON MY LITERARY ANALYSIS! ANYTHING BUT THIS; WHAT TORTURE!
What a way to go. And on a Friday! Algebra 1 shouldn't be ALLOWED on Fridays…especially with a teacher like Mrs. Waugh…Algebra was already a struggle, but on Fridays, the concentration factor was at its worst, and the students? We just don't care.
The teacher, Mrs. Waugh, continued her pointless droning while scribbling on the blackboard.
She looked at the blackboard. WHY ARE BLACKBOARDS GREEN? She thought to herself. WHY DON'T THEY CALL THEM GREENBOARDS? WHITEBOARDS ARE WHITE…WHY CAN'T BLACKBOARDS BE BLACK?
"Homework: Page 459, one thru fifty-two, evens. Due first thing Monday morning, no excuses accepted." She replied curtly. The entire class groaned. It was returned by the –Waugh Eye- (a scary look reserved for whining, moaning, groaning, complaining, or just to freak us out).
The bell rang. The class groaned again. Nailed for a weekend with only one minute left to go. Life is so harsh.
***
The bell rang. Monday morning: hello Algebra One. You may think I'm complaining, and maybe I am, but waking up to Mrs. Waugh's badgering and complaining every single day for close to one-hundred-and-forty days (especially the Mondays) is not the most fun thing to do in the entire world…
"Alright, get your homework out and pass it to the front."
"Crud." She whispered to herself. "I forgot to do it!"
"I've got news for you people." She turned to face the class. "Does anyone remember how we talked about a take-home test in place of doing one this Friday?"
A few random heads nodded slightly.
"Well, this homework was it!" she replied cheerily. "The last test of the six weeks, 50% of your grade!"
I fell out of my chair. Oh the lament of and Algebra 1 student!
The Lament of an Algebra One Student
She squirmed in her seat…it was too early to have to put up with this. She glanced backwards over her shoulder to check the clock. 8:55am. Only ten more minutes of torture to go. I'D RATHER BE IN ENGLISH RIGHT NOW! She screamed inside her head. EVEN WORKIN ON MY LITERARY ANALYSIS! ANYTHING BUT THIS; WHAT TORTURE!
What a way to go. And on a Friday! Algebra 1 shouldn't be ALLOWED on Fridays…especially with a teacher like Mrs. Waugh…Algebra was already a struggle, but on Fridays, the concentration factor was at its worst, and the students? We just don't care.
The teacher, Mrs. Waugh, continued her pointless droning while scribbling on the blackboard.
She looked at the blackboard. WHY ARE BLACKBOARDS GREEN? She thought to herself. WHY DON'T THEY CALL THEM GREENBOARDS? WHITEBOARDS ARE WHITE…WHY CAN'T BLACKBOARDS BE BLACK?
"Homework: Page 459, one thru fifty-two, evens. Due first thing Monday morning, no excuses accepted." She replied curtly. The entire class groaned. It was returned by the –Waugh Eye- (a scary look reserved for whining, moaning, groaning, complaining, or just to freak us out).
The bell rang. The class groaned again. Nailed for a weekend with only one minute left to go. Life is so harsh.
***
The bell rang. Monday morning: hello Algebra One. You may think I'm complaining, and maybe I am, but waking up to Mrs. Waugh's badgering and complaining every single day for close to one-hundred-and-forty days (especially the Mondays) is not the most fun thing to do in the entire world…
"Alright, get your homework out and pass it to the front."
"Crud." She whispered to herself. "I forgot to do it!"
"I've got news for you people." She turned to face the class. "Does anyone remember how we talked about a take-home test in place of doing one this Friday?"
A few random heads nodded slightly.
"Well, this homework was it!" she replied cheerily. "The last test of the six weeks, 50% of your grade!"
I fell out of my chair. Oh the lament of and Algebra 1 student!