Here's a page that I'll do
in a format that I rue;
it is a poem for sure in form
and for this fact I am torn.
It has to do with a lack of thought
of new topics or ideas to wrought
another page for all to enjoy
so it came down to this format to employ.

But don't you, dear readers, fret,
it won't be deep you can bet,
although i am running out of words that rhyme
so I am beginning to think its about time
that I must move on, without a doubt,
to a form where I musn't bout
with these crappy rhyming rules
that makes me zone out and drool.

Mehl was talking about an educator's confrence she's going to sometime called "Failure is not an Option," at the beginning of class today, so I only heard a little of it. Seriously, there was a train today, wasn't nodding my head with the heavy bass. Well, I was, but there was a train. You really gotta feel for her. The only thing that would be more boring than thinking up ways to get kids interested in school would have to be her class.

Mehl's class never has been known for its political correctness, and so many of us took advantage of it. Since my class, and likely a majority of the other classes, have a capitalistic bent in view, failure is an option. If a smart kid feels like being a moron, I really don't care, just so long as my tax money doesn't pay his welfare for very long. Mehl of course loves saying that she respects our right to fail. Therefore, how and why she go to go to a conference on how failure isn't an option beats me.

Anyway, she talks about how Indiana's test scores are awful, the government throws all sorts of money at the dumb riff-raff kids (words actually used in class) who don't care, and we are ignoring the kids who do care be reducing the money we use that actually works. Then she goes on to say how some smart kids don't really show interest, considering how its the last semester and all. Like she has the guile to say that while she marvels at my mental prowess, I lack good communication skills. I laughed to myself, thinking this would make a good article, and the kids next to me are laughing saying she really doesn't know what she talking about. In fact, I talk a lot in her class. In fact probably too much. The only reason she, and most of the other people in the class think that, is because I don't really what her to hear what I say. I'd probably see the principal a lot more, or she'd have a less glowing review of me and my thoughts.

People who know are reading this generally know that I'm a decent writer. However, anyone who really knows me knows that I talk too much. I'm like a semi-truck. I take a while to get going, sometimes fifteen minutes, sometimes a year-an-a-half, but once I start, I'm impossible to stop. Last semester, the table I sat at during lunch had one girl who after several months said to me that at first she thought I didn't talk much and was a quiet kid, but now she realizes that I talk way too much. The all-black outcast outfit is more like a joke than anything, other than I like black. In general, I'm fairly normal, with a severely warped sense of humor, who enjoys practicing the sport of witty conversation. And this is where many underestimate me.

When I do my thing, people generally are shocked, first that I spoke, and second, that what I said was funny. Some examples are when in econ, a group was doing a report on McDonalds. Somehow the class got on the topic of fries, arguing which are the best, and I said I liked them best when they squirt grease when you bite into them. Another time in econ, I was asked if I have worked with linux, and I said yeah, I have Suse (as in SUSE linux) on one of my computers. I pronounced it sue-see, like the girl's name, and she was wondering how I got a girl on the computer. I said "yep, she was one the cover of.." and she was laughing hard enough I didn't need to finish the statement. Of course, you practice to get the kinks out of the system, so I occasionally piss people off. Again, anyone who knows me knows what I'm talking about. Some people act as if I haven't seen that glare before. Believe me, I've seen them all.

So the talk on the conference continues, and I come back to reality somewhere around her talking about how she hates educator conferences. Again i wonder why she was going, but I probably missed it. She's complaining about how some what to hold hands and shed tears about the people who are going to pay for their Social Security, (not her words, just my view, I'd be scared) and she just wants to smack them and say get real, as I think a smack is what I need to pay attention to her class.

Now there's an idea. Smack the morons till they care. Oh wait, they mentioned that one earlier.