The Blog About Nothing

I hate math and we all know it. I was having a very rough day, and didn't want to deal with complicated formulas, so I decided to skip out and send myself to sweep. Sweep is a detention room that kids go to when they're late for class. I figured doing nothing would be more tolerable than making my brain explode from information overload. Off I went.

When I walked in, there was a line of kids checking in. Unfortunately, it wasn't the kind of checking in like a hotel. After about five minutes, I was second in line, and there was this one guy in front of me. He must have been sent there a lot because the sweep teacher was writing down his name, and just going on and on about how he's consistently late. How it would affect his GPA, chances of college, getting a job. She pretty much covered how screwed up this whole kid's future would be because of his low attendance rate.

You should have seen the guy's face. The sweep teacher was to the point of mocking him, not even light heartedly or with reason. His face was red and he was really taking a beating. I was angry that all I was doing was standing there as this bash-session was taking up a good ten minutes. I was also angry because I was tired of standing in line for this long all because this teacher decided to be a bitch. I finally came out of my shell when she was saying "With attendance like this, you'll never be in the NBA (I suppose he was a basketball player?). What a complete waste of talent. Shame... shame... sha-"

"I think he's heard enough!"

The way the whole room looked at that point reminded me of that Bush's Baked Beans commercial. When Jay Bush says he doesn't want beans with his hot dog, or something. Then the whole place gasps; the guy keeps pouring lemonade in his glass, two people run into each other, the dog's mouth drops. Unfortunately, that wasn't the reason everyone was staring and gasping at me. The look the sweep teacher gave me made me realize exactly who it was I was talking to; one of the ultimate trouble-busters, not one of my annoying classmates.

"Excuse me?"

I eyeballed the classroom. Mouths were open- everyone was waiting for my reply. So, quoting Hammy from Over the Hedge...

"Was that out loud?"

She continued that stare that makes you feel like an ant under a magnifying glass. I blinked innocently as I felt my cheeks turn red. So much for keeping a bold composure. I looked around nervously. Everyone seemed pretty impressed. The kid that the teacher had been bullying looked appreciative. Shocked, but glad that I had intervened.

The sweep teacher gave me a pass to go back to class, "Because I don't get tardy that often". DUDE. I had just tried to skip math the day before too! Was her memory really that terrible?! I sighed, because my efforts to miss college algebra were foiled twice in a row (no, not First Outside Inside Last for distributive property!). I walked into class, still burning red from earlier. I gave Bauman the note.

"Two days in a row?"
Figures, he notices.
"Quit flirting with the boys and be here"
What the hell?!