Aaron Drake: Icarus Academy

500 Times

So Ms. Shabbran gave us a bunch of History questions throughout the year that no one ever did since she never checked them. But in the last week of school, all the teachers had to give in the percentages of each student, and Ms. Shabbran said before she hands in her reports, anyone who completes all the questions she gave (there were a LOT), those students would receive an extra 5% in their overall percentage. I already had an A+, but those marks couldn't hurt. I wouldn't have minded a perfect 100%. So I, along with everyone else, rushed to complete those questions.

It was the Question Completion Frenzy. For the next three days, we did those questions in every free period and at home too. On the last day, we had History at the end of the day, so we had the whole day to complete any questions we didn't complete.

It was a Tuesday, and during Art Class, Selena and I decided to bunk and stay in class, which, in retrospect, was a bad idea since the 11th Grade classroom we were in was literally right across the Art room.

Selena and I finished our questions, but we still didn't want to go to Art. So we decided to make a scene. She took water from her bottle and put some on my face and made it look like I was crying. That didn't work. So she went to go get more water, when she tripped on her chair and fell over, knocking down like six chairs, which made me laugh like a maniac. Here's a brief description of my laugh:

My face becomes red, and I start tearing up like when you turn on the tap. Okay, I'm exaggerating, but I do tear up and my face does turn red. Silica says my laugh is usually funnier than the joke.

So I ran into Art class, and before Ms. Ashtray could scold me for bunking, I started pretending like I was throwing a fit and I said, "Oh miss, it's a disaster! I was crying because I realized I'm switching schools and I'll never see you again!! *sob sob* Wait, hold on, I need a moment, oh!", and I ran out of the class and heard everyone behind me laughing.

It was a good week. When I went back into the class, she got super mad and told me to take a piece of paper and write "I will not bunk Arts.", Five. Hundred. Times. Same to Selena.

I didn't write it of course. Ain't nobody got time fo dat.

Instead, I wrote on the paper: "I will not bunk Arts 500 times".

Then I gave it to her.

Then she ripped it in half. Harsh.

Then, I wrote on another paper: "I will not bunk Arts. I will not bunk Arts. I will not bunk Arts. I will not bunk Arts. I will not bunk Arts. [x100 please]

Then I gave it to her.

Then she ripped in half. Again.

So I told Selena that Ms. Ashtray (who doesn't smoke as far as I know) was going to reduce her grade it she didn't write the I will not bunk Arts thing. She wrote it 200 times and gave up. That was hilarious.

9th Grade leading up to the exams was a good time. Now, I'm going to tell you about my final day in Icarus: A beautiful day, the class party.