Lyrical

One Week Left

Mr. Gomez was passing back our tests when I got hit in the head by a paper airplane. I looked over and there was Fred, class clown, also known as (in Spanish class) Alfredo. I was Carlos, there was my friend, Jorge, and he goes by George. We all had Spanish names.

Gomez was on the other side of the room not looking. So while everyone chuckled to themselves I opened it. People started getting louder and Gomez turned around and saw me, hiding something. He walked to his desk and started writing me up.

He held up a slip of paper and said "I'll see you after class Mr. Manson." He continued passing back tests and I got an A, of course. He went back to the front of the room. "¡Clase!" Everyone stopped talking and laughing. "Tenemos uno semana más. Es mi semana favorito. ¡La semana de finales! Por favor, pasan esta clase. No quiero ver ustedes más que tengo que. Lo siento, pero, es cierto. No me gusta cuando ustedes fallan. Veo en jueves. ¡Adiós! (Class! We have one week left. It's my favorite week. Finals week! Please, pass this class. I don't want to see you more than I have to. Sorry, but it's true. I don't like when you guys fail. See you on Thursday. Bye!")

Everyone was laughing and Alfredo was going to cry. "Are you all right, Alfredo?"

He nodded and wiped his eyes, "All good here."

The bell rang and everyone started leaving and Gomez told me, "Don't let me catch you again." Then he waved me off.

I met George outside and he asked what was on the note. "Gomez getting wasted."