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Array ( [sid] => 119831 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => 7th Period Health Class [time] => 2006-05-10 20:51:59 [hometext] => I'm sure everyone has had at least one teacher that they really despised. This one is a real nutcase. [bodytext] => The bell rings. It's sound echoes
like the beating of our hearts.
A sound is heard. Footsteps afar.
Coming closer yet closer still.
Very loud. One two... one two... sounds her feet.
The essence of anger is felt from her stride.
Stop! Silence… Click… She is outside the door.
Crash! The door bangs open at her entrance.

Immobile. Scared. We are glued to our seats.
Afraid to move. Afraid to speak. Afraid of her
One word, one move will bring down her wrath.
The wrath that scares us even to laugh.

Dark is the room.
for the sun flees away.
But the fire in her eyes
is sufficient anyway.

Nothing can stand in her way.
The smartest know that and the stupid find out.
With an iron first, she conquers our individual thoughts and beliefs
Abide by her rules and you avoid her anger.

I am not strong. I can’t withstand her.
All I do is wish that I was not there.
I watch the clock as my suffering passes by.
And slink down in my uncomfortable chair.

The first bell rings fear.
The second bell rings freedom.
Its a temporary relief from her wrath.
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7th Period Health Class

Contributed by yackerz85 on Wednesday, 10th May 2006 @ 08:51:59 PM in AEST
Topic: schoolproblems



The bell rings. It's sound echoes
like the beating of our hearts.
A sound is heard. Footsteps afar.
Coming closer yet closer still.
Very loud. One two... one two... sounds her feet.
The essence of anger is felt from her stride.
Stop! Silence… Click… She is outside the door.
Crash! The door bangs open at her entrance.

Immobile. Scared. We are glued to our seats.
Afraid to move. Afraid to speak. Afraid of her
One word, one move will bring down her wrath.
The wrath that scares us even to laugh.

Dark is the room.
for the sun flees away.
But the fire in her eyes
is sufficient anyway.

Nothing can stand in her way.
The smartest know that and the stupid find out.
With an iron first, she conquers our individual thoughts and beliefs
Abide by her rules and you avoid her anger.

I am not strong. I can’t withstand her.
All I do is wish that I was not there.
I watch the clock as my suffering passes by.
And slink down in my uncomfortable chair.

The first bell rings fear.
The second bell rings freedom.
Its a temporary relief from her wrath.




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Re: 7th Period Health Class (User Rating: 1 )
by Man_On_High on Thursday, 11th May 2006 @ 12:39:50 AM AEST
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Hile Teacher!
damn.. lol
maybe someone should play a prank on her - level the playing field.. super-glue her ass to the chair or soemthing - lol

B


Re: 7th Period Health Class (User Rating: 1 )
by Drapes on Saturday, 13th May 2006 @ 08:58:31 PM AEST
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Wow! lol I have a teacher like that!! (funny, she teaches health too) Lets attack the health teachers!!! Well, good luck to you!!
-Drapes


Re: 7th Period Health Class (User Rating: 1 )
by carebear_06 on Tuesday, 13th June 2006 @ 06:35:35 PM AEST
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my fav line. " the smartest know that and the stupid find out. im so glad im outta school well i have college but thats by choice


Re: 7th Period Health Class (User Rating: 1 )
by stripes on Friday, 1st September 2006 @ 08:51:15 PM AEST
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its funny how health teachers are like that




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