Friday, January 30, 2009

On Technology

STOP!!! STOP NOW!!! This has gone to far. There unnessesary proliferation of technology as it concerns Mr. Ayer's English 11 class. The wikispace that we used was nice and engaging, but Blogger, Shelfari, and any other new technologies you are thinking about are just to much.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Smile Made of Daggers

I nimbly balanced myself on the cement street corner watching for the bus to come around the corner. My book bag hung from my my shoulders, it seemed weightless. Granted it only held one book which I hadn't read the previous night. I fussed with the straps a little, giving them a short jerk to shorten them up. Just as I did so the yellow cigar tube of a bus came lumbering around the corner. I looked around to see if I had dropped anything. The bus pulled up directly in front of me and the doors whipped open. Without hesitation I made the short the leap from curb to bus.

Before I knew it I was standing in the aisle. My hips swung from side to side as I tried to keep my balance, all the while searching for a open seat. I scanned over the multitude of children, all of them sitting with their best friends. But, could see no gap in the herd. Just row upon row children crammed into their seats like sardines.

I took a few steps forward and strained my vision to see if there was any openings in the back of the bus. There it was, an opening, my saving grace, or that's what it felt like until I saw him, the boy who for two years had been the bane of my existence. He lorded over the only empty seat and just grinned at me. The daggers in his smile jutted into my skin. My heart plummeted and I began to shake with anxiety. I knew I had no other option, no place to run away. My feet felt like lead as I shuffled them towards the back of the bus, and the imminent beating.

How would he do it? Would he be merciful and only hit me a couple of times and be done with it? No, not a chance, the look in his eyes and that malicious grin of his told me he would do as he always did, beat me silly all the way to school.

Suddenly my feet stopped moving, they were like anchors. I looked up from my feet and stared at him. My eyes pleaded with him not to start the day with a pointless beating. But, it was to no avail. He just kept on staring right back at me, biting into my soul. Summoning all of my will I slid into the seat. My breath sped up to an almost uncontrollable pace. Looking over at him I braced myself and counted the eternity until the torture would be over.