The Hogs of Entropy 0484

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· 5 years ago

  

 
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        Every Monday through Thursday, from 6:30 to 8:30 I experience what 
 most would call "utter torture"... also known as Michigan's Driver 
 Education Program. 

        For two hours, our class sits, awaiting something interesting and 
 new to happen, while trying every possible method to keep themselves, 
 individually, from falling asleep. 

        Now, this class wouldn't be that bad, but our teacher, all 500 lbs 
 of him (literally)... well, _he's_ not a good thing.  Everyday we listen 
 to him ramble on horror stories of gruesome deaths, errors in driving, 
 past students that are 'beautiful', and past "preppie" students, that he 
 says are going to Harvard, and other 'top' schools now.  And... you can 
 hear the fat in his throat, gurgling around and choking his sentances and 
 words off... I sit and tap my pen, alternate seating positions, play with 
 my hair, or play drum beats of random songs with my feet. I'm a good 
 student because I paid in full and I don't let anything slip out of my 
 mouth, except sometimes a thank you. I just want to scream at him... 
  
        "GET ON A FUCKING EXERCISE BIKE!" 

        "QUIT EATING MCDONALDS EVERY GODDAMN DAY!" 

        "WHY DON'T YOU _TEACH_?!" 

        But I doubt that any of the students in my class would listen 
 anyways.  In between their little hidden clique talks, and under-the- 
 -breath remarks about the teacher, they find time to open their text book 
 and write down word-for-word answers onto the cheap copies of text book 
 dittos made on a zerox machine, clearly from the mid-eighties. 

        I stumble out of class each night, staring straight ahead, wiping 
 my eyes in the hopes of waking up. 

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 !! (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS!  HOE #484, WRITTEN BY: CAITLIN - 2/10/99 !!