MoRe SuRpriSes aT SchooL

I'm in art class. As I talked to Sheri, Mike pulled his chair between us. A teacher, who didn't have a face, hands out paper and we begin to draw. After a few minutes, I had a fox on my paper. My eyes wandered and landed on Mike's watch; the face was a big as my palm. Interested, I put my finger on his wrist, and they hand moves rapidly; it wasn't a watch, it was a thermometer. "Wow, I guess you could say your hot!" he says. The bell rings, and we start out into the hall. I hear this girl, who I didn't get along with at the time, talking about me. I dump a Coke on her head and then return to the land of the conscious. The moral? I think it's "have a Coke and a smile"

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