Aaron Drake: Icarus Academy

Cocaine Show

So there were only two weeks left in school, and I decided to abandon my usual good polite boy personality and leave a mark in this school. That didn't work out, but I did have fun. Some things pissed me off, but not many.

Mostly it was our fat gigantic "healthy" Geography teacher Mr. Ari. He didn't just lose my notebook, but he lost Ariana and Shay's notebooks too. And two weeks before exams, he expected me to redo all the notes and questions from A WHOLE YEAR OF WORK. Not only that, he made me redo a paper that took me 3 days to write on some dam. Dam him.

I made an inside joke with Ariana calling him FF Man, which stands for Fat Fuck Man. It was based off my nickname for Hanna, BB Girl, which stands for Black Bitch. She's not even black, I was talking about her black heart. I hate that guy so much. He hardly ever showed up throughout the year, and we literally did the whole curriculum ourselves.

And I was leaving anyway, I wasn't going to waste my time writing a paper for him. He's a funny chunky man.

Then there was Ms. Franz and the Discussion Club. I was happy enough to get AWAY from demon Franz when I got to 9th Grade, but since I was late to school in the second semester since I was back in Houston, the only club with open space was, OBVIOUSLY, the most boring club with the most boring teacher ever. I'm surprised she wasn't grading us. How could she? The whole club was basically her yapping non-stop about something she thought was important and none of us listening. And she always managed to find someone to scold. It was the DISCUSSION club, not the "Listen to Ms. Franz Talk About Shit Club".

So one week Ms. Franz brought up this stupid immature group that some of the spoiled rich boys had, obviously Shane was in it, called The Main Squad. There used to be a Whatsapp group for all the boys in the 9th Grade, Shane kicked out every boy who wasn't in Main Squad. Selfish and immature as fuck. But that's Shane for you. So Ms. Franz brought it up, and I gave the details. It wasn't a big deal, I mean, come on, they've told every teacher. Don't you hate it when people get mad at you for something everyone does? Because the Main Squad was for some weird reason. Eff them, I'm glad I left. I hated them so much, that if I stayed in Icarus I would've wished I could've joined Hiromi and Maya's grade.

The next time we had Discussion Club I bunked. Not like it mattered. It wasn't in the usual room anyway. Ariana and Dana bunked too, so I got an extra hour and a half to talk to them about random crap and we had some pretty deep conversation. At the last half an hour, Ariana, Dana and I walked through the hallways and realized Discussion Club was in my homeroom. I didn't know because since the 11th Graders were gone, so their fantastic classes were empty, so we occupied those. They were cooler and nicer than ours. So I walked in, and Ms. Franz was pissed, and it was hilarious to watch.

"AARON! YOU ARE NOT WELCOME IN MY CLUB, RANT RANT RANT!". I didn't listen, I mostly looked at everyone's reactions to my badassery. Then, to annoy Ms. Franz even more, I purposefully walked by the class with Ariana and Dana, laughing it up and pretending I was having a whale of a time since she kicked me out...which I was.

Anyway, so our Spanish teacher, this old lady with a high-pitched SHRIEK Ms. Nadoom. I think I've told you about her, can't remember. Jeez, old and forgetful already, I'm only in 10th Grade. But my new Chemistry teacher told me almonds in the morning can help with memory. Maybe I'll try it.

So Nadoom comes FIVE MINUTES EARLY to class, and for some reason every teacher lets her in and they leave. It's torture. During class she makes us write like 100 words and their meanings. In the last five minutes of class, she literally says "It's okay, there's time for more!", and gives us 30 more words, and as a result she stays an extra ten minutes. Which gives her 15 more minutes to torture us. I hate her.

So she made us write an essay about a cooking show. But from her horrendous accent, it sounded like "Cocaine Show", and Ariana and I immediately made a joke out of it. The other option was to write on a Flower Show. How's a boy supposed to write on either of those? It was supposed to be a dialogue. Actually, some of our class didn't come to school so they could "study" for exams. Study meaning playing video games and Facebooking, of course. Icarus has the type of students that study everything at the last minute and Snapchat selfies of them studying. Which is ironic, considering that they're not.

I don't do anything in Spanish class because lolSpanish so instead I did, well...nothing. And I'm okay with that.

We bugged Nadoom a lot, actually. She made us copy an entire story, and I asked her, "Ms., what is the practical application of this?", which brought a laugh from the class, especially Ariana - I run all my pranks and teacher-bug-stuff by her first -, and another time to waste the class time I interviewed her for half an hour asking her stupid questions like her favorite flower and color. Of course, all this was in the last two weeks - when I became pranky and rebellious. It felt good!

Sometimes, when life gives you an opportunity, you should take it and let go a little. Life's nothing without a little enjoyment.