been at the beginning
of the year. As soon as Señor
Griffin passed, she sent a note Ben’s way.
All your fault, homework horder. P.S. You will score mega karma points if
you help your neighbor in Spanish class get out of her ‘funk.’ He penned a
response. Why don’t
you ask your friend from yesterday to get you out of your ‘funk’. She felt sad but also
flattered. Burn, she
scribbled, but that’s a no can do. He takes Greco-Roman and was born a
hermaphrodite. P.P.S. Feel free to
pass that knowledge around to as many people as possible.
He wrote for a minute, started to slide the note under his
elbow then paused, added something, and passed.
I’m not interested in passing dirt on that
dude, but thanks for the scintillating and, I’m sure, 100% true
information. P.S. There are websites with tutorials on
Spanish grammar. You can always use
one of those when you don’t get the homework. She sighed and
responded. But that
would be proactive and constructive.
He shook his head. Casey was wondering what he was going to write next when the bell rang
to end class. Ben, as usual, was out
of his seat and through the classroom door quicker than lightning.
Math class was another variant on the all-enveloping web of
social connectivity that was Walton High School. As she walked in Maxine French watched
with a narrow-eyed look of perusal passed down by her bull shark predecessors. Casey assumed it would end there, but as
soon as she sat Maxine whirled around, folded her arms over her chest, and
raised an eyebrow. “Peter told me
you were at their band practice.”
“Um.”
“With Alex.” Maxine looked her up and down.
Casey slumped into her seat and wondered if it was true that
every once in a while people could spontaneously combust.
“Did Miss Kinsey have her little talk with you yesterday?”
Maxine asked.
Casey sighed and put her pen down. “Yes. But she said she’d wait until today to
call your parents.”
“My--what are you talking about?”
“You know. About
you cheating off my test. I mean to
be honest I told Miss Kinsey I’d be fine with letting you off just this once,
but she seemed keen on doing something.”
“You cheated off my test!” Maxine said, “That’s what she was
going to talk to you about.”
Casey shook her head and shot her a faux earnest look. Her little line of B.S. was a suicide
mission. As soon as Miss Kinsey
entered the room she would clarify matters and Maxine’s feathers would
unruffle. But at that moment in
that school day watching Maxine get bent out of shape was just what the doctor
ordered. Casey began to sing
“Lonely Days, Lonely Nights.”
“Are you singing?” Maxine asked in disgust.
“No.” Casey swung into the second verse.
“Yes you are. And
you’re lying too.”
Miss Kinsey entered. Casey stopped singing. Maxine
scowled and turned to face the front of the room. Casey yawned.
In the library, she wrote a genius playlist that included
Sufjan Stevens, Iron and Wine, AND Belle and Sebastian. It might very well have changed the life
course of the red-faced football player who could not remember the name of his
English teacher. However it was
horrifically disregarded when he tossed it in the trash and ignored her plea to
read the copy she quickly wrote up.
English class did not do much to ease the pain. About a third of the way through Mrs.
Edwards placed everyone into their Beowulf project
groups. Casey’s relief about it being
group work time (time to text Leigh while Mrs. Edwards wasn’t looking!) was squashed
when Catherine Hightower whipped her notebook out and began reading her ideas
for the three-part essay they were going to write. Each one of them would be responsible
for writing ten pages.
“And,” Catherine said with a beady-eyed grin, “I think we
should use primary sources.”
Casey looked from
of the year. As soon as Señor
Griffin passed, she sent a note Ben’s way.
All your fault, homework horder. P.S. You will score mega karma points if
you help your neighbor in Spanish class get out of her ‘funk.’ He penned a
response. Why don’t
you ask your friend from yesterday to get you out of your ‘funk’. She felt sad but also
flattered. Burn, she
scribbled, but that’s a no can do. He takes Greco-Roman and was born a
hermaphrodite. P.P.S. Feel free to
pass that knowledge around to as many people as possible.
He wrote for a minute, started to slide the note under his
elbow then paused, added something, and passed.
I’m not interested in passing dirt on that
dude, but thanks for the scintillating and, I’m sure, 100% true
information. P.S. There are websites with tutorials on
Spanish grammar. You can always use
one of those when you don’t get the homework. She sighed and
responded. But that
would be proactive and constructive.
He shook his head. Casey was wondering what he was going to write next when the bell rang
to end class. Ben, as usual, was out
of his seat and through the classroom door quicker than lightning.
Math class was another variant on the all-enveloping web of
social connectivity that was Walton High School. As she walked in Maxine French watched
with a narrow-eyed look of perusal passed down by her bull shark predecessors. Casey assumed it would end there, but as
soon as she sat Maxine whirled around, folded her arms over her chest, and
raised an eyebrow. “Peter told me
you were at their band practice.”
“Um.”
“With Alex.” Maxine looked her up and down.
Casey slumped into her seat and wondered if it was true that
every once in a while people could spontaneously combust.
“Did Miss Kinsey have her little talk with you yesterday?”
Maxine asked.
Casey sighed and put her pen down. “Yes. But she said she’d wait until today to
call your parents.”
“My--what are you talking about?”
“You know. About
you cheating off my test. I mean to
be honest I told Miss Kinsey I’d be fine with letting you off just this once,
but she seemed keen on doing something.”
“You cheated off my test!” Maxine said, “That’s what she was
going to talk to you about.”
Casey shook her head and shot her a faux earnest look. Her little line of B.S. was a suicide
mission. As soon as Miss Kinsey
entered the room she would clarify matters and Maxine’s feathers would
unruffle. But at that moment in
that school day watching Maxine get bent out of shape was just what the doctor
ordered. Casey began to sing
“Lonely Days, Lonely Nights.”
“Are you singing?” Maxine asked in disgust.
“No.” Casey swung into the second verse.
“Yes you are. And
you’re lying too.”
Miss Kinsey entered. Casey stopped singing. Maxine
scowled and turned to face the front of the room. Casey yawned.
In the library, she wrote a genius playlist that included
Sufjan Stevens, Iron and Wine, AND Belle and Sebastian. It might very well have changed the life
course of the red-faced football player who could not remember the name of his
English teacher. However it was
horrifically disregarded when he tossed it in the trash and ignored her plea to
read the copy she quickly wrote up.
English class did not do much to ease the pain. About a third of the way through Mrs.
Edwards placed everyone into their Beowulf project
groups. Casey’s relief about it being
group work time (time to text Leigh while Mrs. Edwards wasn’t looking!) was squashed
when Catherine Hightower whipped her notebook out and began reading her ideas
for the three-part essay they were going to write. Each one of them would be responsible
for writing ten pages.
“And,” Catherine said with a beady-eyed grin, “I think we
should use primary sources.”
Casey looked from
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