Today was one of the best study halls ever; I have never been so happy walking out of my 8th period study hall. It all started with a friendly competitive word search. Four of us started, including the teacher and it was going well. Meanwhile, a row behind me and to the right, the ever annoying greaser kid, as we refer to him, kept tapping a little plastic skateboard against the desk making an irritating noise that made it hard to focus. The 3 students in the race, myself included began asking him to stop, and then escalating to rude comments such as, "Do you not get enough attention at home?" Finally the teacher asked him to stop, but he would keep on after a minute or two declaring, "I have ADHD I can't help it." After 5 times she said she was giving him detention at the end of class. The class continued on with a new word search after Erin had won the first round. I sat out the next round. Some conversation was going on in the back between 3 students, Erin, Sam, and Luke. And every minute or so Greaser Kid would find it fit to interject his 2 cents into the conversation, uninvited. At first it was ignored, but then they'd fire comments back. And then obnoxiously he'd yell out some random thought or another. "It's not my fault, I'm a pot head. Just kidding, my mom is though."
"Apparently the apple doesn't fall far," responded a student.
"The apple that falls from the tree is a retard," replied another.
These little comments wen back and forth though the entire duration of the class. Mrs. Fusan would tell Greaser Kid to stop interrupting, and she'd ask them to stop being mean. Neither party responded. Toward the end of the class Greaser Kid did get his detention, which he deserved. Yet he still didn't get it. Mrs. Fusan asked him "Do you think anyone in here likes you?"
"No, but they don't know me."
Yeah, but I think we've known him long enough to make a judgment that he's annoying as fuck.
"I'm doing this to help you," she said to him.
He doesn't get it. Surprise, surprise. This conversation went on for a good 8 minutes or so, only leaving Mrs. Fusan with the feeling that she was speaking another language because he just didn't get it. He's a lost cause.
In addition to the Greaser Kid Chaos, another girl claimed she was a black belt and could kill the 3 kids sitting in the back with two fingers. Well that's just lovely. It was rather hysterical, because Mrs. Fusan had to get involved yet again. It's ridiculous, all of the people in my study hall are 9th grade or above, and yet some still have some severe social issues. But despite that fact, I was highly amused and left my class brimming with joy. Another glorious day in the life a Carlynton student. This is as much excitement as we get, besides the occasional wimpy fight during lunch, or the countless rumors going around about anyone and anything.