What does a 7th grader think
already squirming in his desk
at 9 AM?
Sr. Marita is teaching fractions
and he is not paying attention
again.
He never had an interest
in math anyway. Numbers and
fractions especially were boring
and complicated.
He wished he was born
an Indian a hundred years ago.
No school and stupid fractions
for them.
Instead, he’d have his bow
and arrows and be outside in
the wilderness tracking rabbits
and deer in the morning.
My, but Peggy Petty is looking
mighty cute today.
I wonder if Warren can come
over to my house and mess
around after school?
Hope Bobby Kennedy doesn’t
give me trouble at recess again.
So many important thoughts
to occupy the mind instead of
stupid fractions.
English is going to be next,
and Sr. Marita will probably
have us diagramming
more sentences. You’d
think once would be enough.
Firemen, doctors and ball
players, why even moms
and dads never diagram
sentences. So, what the
heck for?
I wonder if Peggy would
ever go out to the movies
with me? Hercules is
playing at the Ozark.
That should be pretty neat.
Peggy has never even said
boo to me. She’d probably
just laugh if I asked.
I’d probably have a better
chance asking Bobby Kennedy.
Ha! Yeah right...fat chance of that!
Besides, he hates my guts.
What? Why is Sr. Marita calling
on me? I didn’t even raise my
hand.
Give her an answer, stupid!
Say anything. You’ll look
dumb in front of the whole
class if you don’t know.
Say one forth, one half,
say anything! Even if you’re
wrong, at least you’ll show
you know it’s math class.
Oh man, now Bobby Kennedy
is really going to let me have it
for sure at recess again.
Sister, could you please repeat
the question?
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Chris Hanch 4-22-2023
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