Blue and white checkered tiles sheltered the floor beneath the twenty-six desks in the classroom. Outside, Sun stretched through the clouds to reach the green grass below. Two blue jays circled about each other effortlessly while a cool breeze blew in from the open window to arouse me from this majestic trance. I glanced around the classroom to notice that everybody was reading their textbook, so I began reading mine.
Minutes later Mr. Rodner turned off the lights, put on the projector, and began explaining the materials used to make a house during the medieval times. Big mistake! I scarcely heard the words “wattle and daub” before I fell asleep. Mr. Rodner must have noticed me with my head down because he decided to question me on the materials needed to build a medieval house.
“I don’t know,” I replied nonchalantly.
“Skyler,” Mr. Rodner began, “why don’t you ever pay attention?”
“Who cares about this stuff? It’s not like we’re ever going to use it in real life.
2006-11-13
09:13:48
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