Precalc

Precalc

A Poem by MaryLovely
"

My mind flew during this class, so I zoned out and wrote.

"

Precalc. 

My teacher isn't here, her son was sick or something.

Mistah Brown is the substitute.

He teaches geometry and has a really thick maine accent.

"Do we have any bettah mahkas? These ones beahly write." 

Nobody seems to understand this section, but honestly it's the easiest thing we've done all year. 

Blahh. 

Today I saw a fight in the hallway. It was just a few minutes ago, actually.

I walked out of chemistry, down the science hallway.

All I saw was a*s.

Big fat jiggly asscrack.

I thought that a fat kid fell down or something.

Then I realized that he was on top of another kid, punching him and punching him.

His fists were his release, I guess.

After a good five minutes of fighting,

A teacher and a senior football guy finally came out

Broke up the fight.

And life went on. 

It's really weird.

They were both freshman,

And the kid on top, the one that was attacking,

Everyone is pretty sure that he's not "all there" 

The one on the bottom was scrawny

looked like he was just trying to defend himself. 

What goes on in your head

to make you kick the s**t out of another kid.

To throw yourself on top of him, obviously

weighing at least 100 pounds more than him.

Just throwing fists,

Right there, in front of everybody. 

When jocks fight, or skanky girls fight,

It's entertaining to watch, because

You know that it's over who stole who's boyfriend

Or who called who a f*g. 

But this fight churned my stomach.

Nobody was laughing and nobody was cheering.

Everybody just… watching, stunned.

I think that's why it took so long for a teacher to get there,

Everybody just watching,

eyes glued, silent, to a sight they didn't want to see,

but couldn't avoid.

A kid that's probably special needs,

on some scrawny little a*****e. 

He gave up as soon as my chem teacher and the boy broke it up.

The chem teacher grabbed the scrawny kid,

And Zach went up to the big kid, and said

"Let's go buddy."

And that was it.

He was calm,

And it was over. 

"Really the only hahhd part is recognizing tha trigonometric funcshunn for what it is." 

Tanx(Tanx-3)=0

Tanx=0

Tanx-3=0

Tanx=3

x=71.5, 251.5

© 2011 MaryLovely


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