Ackwards, Not Awkward

Chapter 2 - Got Jesus?

English class. The final frontier.

The place where stories come alive and typical "outcasts" such as myself tend to strive in. 

Is that cliche or what? 

To no one's surprise, English is my favorite class. Actually, it's called Creative Writing. Luckily, I get the joy of having it last period every day. As much as I love reading, I love writing about random things to my heart's desire almost as much. 

Our teacher, Mr. Stan, is a hippy-wearing-suits kind of guy. And I have to admit, Mr. Stan has the most luscious flowing white hair I have ever seen. And the fact that he wears a suit on top of it makes you wonder...

Is he a hippy? Or is he a formal kind of guy? 

I'm guessing both. 

He looks like he's about in his sixties, and he wears these thick 80s style glasses. With his pure white handlebar mustache rivaling Hulk Hogan’s, I can't help but admire his appearance even though he does not seem like the suit-wearing kind of guy. Mr. Stan reminds me of an art teacher, but instead of creating art, he creates figurative language. 

Every week, he has a new figuration with the desks. One week we were in a half shell, this week we're in a smiley face. 

After enduring that horrific lunch period, I'm glad I get to be in Creative Writing sitting in the smiley face configuration. It somewhat brightens my mood and makes me want to smile myself.  It may sound a little over dramatic on my part but you can only imagine what happened after Jade practically kicked me out of their weekend plans. 

If you haven't figured out what happened, I'll give you a hint...

I sat there in awkward silence for the rest of the lunch period while they continued talking. No one acknowledged my presence and it was as if I was one of those characters in a tv show that doesn’t actually contribute to the plot of the show but is just there to make the show more wholesome and realistic. That’s what I am, the glue that no one notices, but makes the group whole. 

Well, that wasn't really a hint, but you get the picture. 

Part of me feels like what Jade did was okay since I technically budded into their plans without them really inviting me. I can't really blame her; I am awkward after all. 

I notice how I keep using that word more and more often lately. Maybe I need a thesaurus so I can stop repeatedly using that word and find a different one.

Anyways, enough with my useless drama, and on with the lesson. 

"I could stand up here and give thou a lesson on reflexive verbs, but that is boring and absolute trash. I agree punctuation and grammar are the foundation of writing, but you're not actually writing if you're too worried about that crap. As long as I don't see texting lingo in your writing, I don't care what it sounds like as long as there is substance." Mr. Stan starts today's class. 

From the far right corner of the smile where my seat is, I see that dude named Parker stroll into class with only one backpack strap around his shoulder. 

Do people even do that anymore? 

He casually walks into the classroom and “accidentally” kicks over the trashcan spilling an abundance of used tissues and gum wrappers over the floor to get the class’s attention. I think I saw a lonely banana peel in there too. 

That reminds me…

Let me hear you say this sh*t is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S! This sh*t is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S!