Geometry (The real one this time)

Hello Class! Today we'll be discussing Geometry.

I'm writing about this now because you'll hear me talk about it a lot. Funny things happen in this class. Don't misunderstand me, though. GEOMETRY IS NOT A FUNNY CLASS. But it's humorous in the aspect that if it were a TV show, and you were in the audience watching the whole thing unfolding before your eyes, you would be laughing. A lot. The teacher is mainly to blame for this. I usually take notes on his mannerisms instead of paying attention to the lesson he's teaching.
Okay, I know that last sentence sounded really creepy, but I only think that he'd make a good static character in a book. I don't just go around taking notes on people. I'm not a freak. But below is a brief discription(By brief, I of course mean a lengthy, rambling paragraph that would reduce the toughest of guys into a pile of giggles. Trust me; I have two pages on this guy, and even a lenthy paragraph is being brief.) For the sake of his protection, I've changed the name of the teacher in question. And also because I don't want to get in too much trouble for exercising my right to free speech. I highly doubt that he'll EVER read this blog, but just in case he accidentally stumbles upon it while searching the internet for the correct way to part a comb-over, I've taken the necessary precautions. Here goes:
Mr. Crappyman ( That is absolutely not a made-up alius for Mr. Capistrand) is a tall guy with thinning grey hair that he combs over the top of his shiny, bald head. Thin wire frames sit percariously atop is delightfully bulbous nose, and everytime he moves his head, they wiggle dangerously, like they might fall right off. There are these ugly, scruffed-up shoes that he always wears, and it's rumored that he was born with them on. Although he has a wife, he always gets out of the house wearing atrousciously offensive clothing. He'll wear the EXACT SAME CLOTHING 3-5 days of the week, and as the week progresses, he becomes decidedly more rumpled.
Now, if you've ever seen the movie Ferris Buler's Day Off, you'll remember the teacher. He was memorably monotone whenever he spoke. Mr. Crappyman's voice is surprisingly similar to the teacher's in that movie. (I actually think they might be brothers.) But unlike that teacher's voice, Mr. Crappyman's voice has the super-power to lull you to sleep. Now, I know this doesn't sound that impressive, but when you've witnessed the power of this voice reduce a 320 pound senior to a squishy, sleep-softened lump, you'll fully apprieciate the potency of this power. (I haven't witnessed this specticle myself, but if I had, I'm sure I would be awed, too.) Every student in his class must develope a high-strength shield against this power, which reduces his insistent babble into a dull drone, or be faced with the sheer embarassment of falling asleep during class and drooling all over the desk. Gollygee, what else can this incredible voice do? Well, since you asked, I"ll tell you. When Mr. Crappyman gets excited about the wonders of mathimatical equations and equidistant circumcenters, his voice will jump into dangerously high octaves, sometimes so high-pithched only dogs can hear it. It will continue like this for sometime, until in breaks and comes crashing backdown into the atmosphere. These are just a few of the wonders of "the voice."
Mr. Crappyman is also the world's biggest push-over. If I forgot to turn in an assignment (which he never collects, by the way) I could just concoct some completely false story about how I found this genie lamp, which I accidentally used to turn my mother into a horse, who then preceded to eat my Geometry assignment. He would be completely fine with it, and give me an extra week to finish it on top of it all. And don't even get me started on the pace of his lessons...

That was a mostly inaccurate description of Mr. Crappyman written with aproximately 98.87% true facts.

But good things happen during Geometry, too. I'm my most creative and receptive to ideas in this class. It's like from the moment I enter the door, I go into this wierd trance which allows my left hand to completely take over and write whatever it pleases. While amongst these trances, I've writen good short stories, amazing poems, fantastic lyrics, fantastical musical compositions, side-splitting parody skits, and I've drawn some pretty slammin' doodles, too. And so I'll just say that former President George W. Bush was an idiot, and this entry is definately too long. Ta Ta for now.

P.S. Below are some good songs you can check out...I'm listening to Pandora as we speak. Oh, and also, this entry was way better the first time I wrote it. But unlike the first time, I'm not going to accidentally delete it this time. Here are those songs: :^P

• Jolene by Jay LaMontagne
• Whatever you Want by Vienne Teng
• Beautifully by Jay Brannan
• Mr. Blue by Catherine Feeny