It was a casual day at school, which i hated. I always hated school. Not because its boring. Because they always make me read.
I don't know how people read those letters, really- do they not see that they move? Do they not move for them? I hate not being able to read, because im currently making a scrapbook with my friend Haley, and i have her double check everything.
My least favourite class is English, because we always read there. Read, read, and read again. My teacher Mr. Home is nice and all, but i just don't appreciate the fact that he wants me to read all the time.
On the topic of Mr. Home. He's black, and he has yellow-ish cores with dark ends. He's kind of a smiley figure, which i really like. he's probably my favourite teacher. But i remember how when he set me to read a poem, and when i looked into my book, the words kind of blurred. i swear i saw an e move. i started reading.
with a shaky voice, i choked out the first line of "Still I Rise"; "y-you may.. h-hide.. me down in history..?"
and when i heard soft giggles from behind me, i knew i read something wrong. i tried again. "y-you may h-hide me down i-in sorry..?" and i knew it would only make things worse, because it sounded even less original.
then Mr. Home spoke up. "No, darling, its 'you may write me down in history'." he corrected softly, smiling at me as my cheeks burned up and i looked down at my desk.
"r-right..." i answered.
but that's only one thing i remember. i've had much more embarrassing moments in my classroom. almost too much too count.
