AP English 12: The Kate Mackin Story

Finally, the end of the day. I can not think of a better way to spend every seventh period then with the best writing partners ever. Katie and Blythe just make every analysis that much more worthwhile as we stray from actual discussion and divulge into why the men in Watchmen fail in relationships. Everyone always acts like the room has snow falling from the sky, but it never really bothers me. My classmates must not be accustomed to the cold quite like my shorts in the winter fashion statement prepared me for. Alright, time to get down to business and journal. Oh no, who has a pen? Typically our entire writing trio does not own one single pen so I must scavenge for one. Lucky for me Adam pulls through and chucks a pen at my head. Good thing I won most athletic; cat-like reflexes. Thank God all we only had to journal today, I can not afford to work my hand too much before our big lax game tonight, but then again, it has rained all day today. I should ask Claire to check her email and see if Coach White cancelled it. Ordinarily I would check my own phone, but this is not spanish class and I can only get away with having my phone out in that class. Hola. Finally, we get to the best part of AP English: blog shows. I love the stimulating conversation that comes from this time during our class...wait, what did Ms. Serensky just say? Oh, we are not actually about to talk about tampons and condoms are we? I can feel myself getting red in the face from my silent laugh attacks and from sheer embarrassment that Derek just claimed that his wife will never need tampons. Men, am I right? Oh no, Ms. Serensky keeps asking me when I will bring in The Spooky Times that Rachel and I wrote. I really do not know where it resides, possibly at the bottom of my purse with my soggy mutilated workbook. Who knows what lies down there. Maybe if I keep forgetting to bring it, she will forget about it. I can only hope because I really do not want the woman who decides my grade in this class to see that. Why does Ms. Serensky love to bully me? She probably sat me right next to her so that she could throw out personal shots at me without the rest of the class hearing (which happens). If only I could understand her reasoning, maybe I would not feel so nervous every time she glanced up at me while I do my work. At last, 1:55 approaches and I walk down the hall only to receive an invitation to prom via two guys, four middle fingers. Men, am I right?