I am only saying this once, I don't own THE FACULTY. Never have, maybe even
never will. So please do not sue my ass for stealing an idea. I only own
Karyn, her family, Janie, and a couple of Twinkies.
Different School, Same Crap
Herrington High School. I walked up to the steps with my backpack on my shoulder and my notebook in my hand. I read the sign again, "Welcome to Herrington High, Home of The Hornets." "Go to the office you ding-a-ling" I thought to myself. As I was walking into the gray, homely building I heard a boy yell not the pole, not the pole!" Yup, this school was going to be just like my old one.
After a brief, but somewhat helpful conversation with the vice- principle I was give a locker and my schedule. My first class up for the day was math. My first thoughts that came to mind were "Oh, happy day". The bell rang and I hurried to class.
Math wasn't so bad, I just don't think Mr. Thomas really appreciated my sarcasm. I'm just another brainy, sarcastic, red head. Sure I always get a few laughs, but I just tell it like it is.
Different School, Same Crap
Herrington High School. I walked up to the steps with my backpack on my shoulder and my notebook in my hand. I read the sign again, "Welcome to Herrington High, Home of The Hornets." "Go to the office you ding-a-ling" I thought to myself. As I was walking into the gray, homely building I heard a boy yell not the pole, not the pole!" Yup, this school was going to be just like my old one.
After a brief, but somewhat helpful conversation with the vice- principle I was give a locker and my schedule. My first class up for the day was math. My first thoughts that came to mind were "Oh, happy day". The bell rang and I hurried to class.
Math wasn't so bad, I just don't think Mr. Thomas really appreciated my sarcasm. I'm just another brainy, sarcastic, red head. Sure I always get a few laughs, but I just tell it like it is.
