Student. Not Stat.

98.4, 96.3, 94.4, 97.2- Great Averages

66.2, 64.2, 69.4, 70.1- What is wrong with these kids

That is how the school, state, and DOE think.

Do they ever realize that it may be the teachers doing it wrong? No, not the teachers, innocent humans. They are the ultimate person. All they're trying to do is cram info into our tiny little brains.

At this point, I would like to slap a few of my teachers.

To be continued tomorrow.

The Waiting Game

There she is. Standing in front of the school. Pretty eyed. Pirate Smile. Eat your heart out Elton John. I stand a few feet away. Watching. Waiting. For that perfect moment. In my head I can see it: I'll walk up to her casually, exchange hellos, smile, run out of things to say, smile.

Then. He. Walks. Up.

He. Harry. The boy who wants to make my life a living hell. This is his next chapter. He walks up to her smiles, talks, walks away.

There was my chance. Blown. Gone. Done. Over. Try Again.

Then, as if a miracle sent from the clouds, she drops her books. They spread everywhere. Here's my chance. Running up like the hero of the morning, I help her pick it all up. She smiles that brilliant smile at me. Her eyes light up. 

There was my second chance. Every line I said worked to perfection. 

Then she walked down the hall.

I stand, amazed.

Playing the Waiting Game.

New Novel

After two failed book attempts, I'm writing my third novel. I don't want to reveal too much about it but its not a happy book. I don't even have a title for it.