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Memiors (standard:other, 878 words) [3/9] show all parts
Author: I Am His NameAdded: Sep 25 2000Views/Reads: 3099/0Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
One kid realizes that his generation is being run by a pop culture lifestyle. This is his journal. (Updated Almost Daily) Comments Welcome!
 



Friday, September 8, 2000 

“I am Jack’s smirking revenge.” Narrator, Fight Club 

Friday. The day of temporary freedom. I wake up from the shell I call my
bed and I stretch, looking forward to the end of the day. I can see the 
sun passing through my blinds as I open my eyes; it gives me hope that 
something good will happen today. This is the first day I take the bus 
to go to school, so my mom calls the bus depot and get the times. 7:40 
or so, I call John and tell him to meet me at the stop at 7:30, and as 
I walk to the stop, Mike pulls up next to me, and he gets out of his 
moms car. We chat on the way to the stop then we see John coming down 
the hill. We wait, and wait, for the bus and when it comes, they get 
the seats and I have to stand. I was so happy for them (Note the 
sarcasm)! 

When we got to school, we waited outside for a few minutes, and then
John and me decided to go to the cafeteria and pick up some food for 
later use. I got some Sour Power Straws and he got nothing. He bumped 
into a friend of his, a girl. She was really quite pretty, but she was 
a junior. So that was a no go. She was really mature it seemed. I doubt 
she smokes and she seemed very organized and in control. We then headed 
to our class and so went the circle of life. English, Spanish, 
Biology... all the classes. 

But in one of them, walked in a new student. Not the hottest girl, but
pretty. And she sits right near me. So during our class we chitchat a 
little, talking about pets and whatnot. But the thing is, she was 
actually mature and really nice. But the darned this is, I forgot to 
ask her what her name was. I’ll have to remember to ask her that on 
Monday. At last, something to look forward to. I went to my other 
classes, where I got a lot of homework. Science, Spanish, Global 
homework. I was tired by the time I got to Gym. But I had to fill out 
little mini attendance cards. After that, we had to hang out on the 
bleachers for a period with nothing to do. I tried to sleep using my 
book bag as a pillow, but I couldn’t. I needed something, anything to 
sleep. The bell rung. 

I went to Word Processing class. I was so bored. ‘What programs do you
know how to use?’ the teacher asked the class. ‘AOL’ most people 
responded. What the fuck? They think they know a lot about computers. 
‘AOL’... No three letters have struck such a chord with me in a while. 
‘I can send IM’s!’ so can I. ‘I can send color E-Mails!’ so can I. ‘I 
can send pictures through E-Mail!’ so can I. What fucking idiots. They 
didn’t know anything about computers. They didn’t know what IRC was; 
they didn’t know what FTP’s were. Heck, they don’t even know what 
Internet Explorer is. I wanted to just smack some of them in the face. 

My final class was Math. We had to take an examination that ‘doesn’t
count on our average’. I probably aced it. It was very easy. The bell 
rung and school was over, but not my day.  I met Mike and John outside 
of school and we headed to the bus. We got on and I finally got a seat. 
It was packed. We talked about computers, and movies, and Benny. 

Oh yeah... Benny. Benny is what Chris Farley would look like if you made
him taller by about 5 inches, shave his head with almost no hair left, 
and gave him a dirty tan. Don’t forget to take away his good sense of 
humor and put in an 8 year old bullies brain. Yeah... he got hit by a 
car a week ago and broke his arm and received some blood clots in his 
head. He was in the ICU for a while, now he’s at home and has home 
school for about two months. That’s Benny. 

When I got off the bus, I walked with Marcus, who was also on the bus
with me. We talked about stuff, like Benny (Yes, everyone knows about 
him), some girl named Jessica, and some other stuff. He went home and I 
walked to my house. I went to my TV, took the remote and started 
surfing, I settled on watching Edward Scissorhands. It really is a good 
movie, one of Johnny Depp’s best films. And now, by the middle of the 
film, my sister’s friends came over. I’m not going to tell you their 
names, but I got to tell you, I’ve never met such an annoying bunch. 

And so, I kicked them out of the house and they went walking somewhere
with my sister. I know, this part of the story isn’t part of my 
freshman life, but I thought it would be good to note. I’m sorry this 
doesn’t have as much wit as my other entries, but I’m tired. So leave 
me alone.


   



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