I was looking foolish(ly) in the mirror(to the animals) and saw my past in my peripheral vision. It amazed me how appearances had changed so drastically, but environ-ment(alities) had remained the same. I have always been destined to repeat my history, it seems, because the only thing I ever "learn" from it is how to endure the pain for a lengthier period of time before finally succumbing to it. I don't think(it's what I want) I don't feel(entirely the same about it all) I don't want to live(my mistakes over and over again) yet here I sit like a broken sampler, looping "Da Funk" by Daft Punk. Everyone that's been here for a while is starting to get really annoyed, but passers by can't help bouncing their head to the beat. I'm the twenty- something guy at the back of the class looking like Billy Madison, head down in an attempt to avoid the teacher's call.
"You there, the dumb guy at the back with your head down." I crumple further down in my seat.
"Yes, you. Stand up then and lets see if you've been paying attention in class." I stand up, much to the amusement of the rest of the kids who can't help but giggle that I've been called out again.
"No sir, I haven't, this is my first day here."
"Again? Wasn't that your excuse last time, son?"
"No sir, couldn't have been it's my first day"
"Well I can see I have you down here on Roll Call every day of this year and last year and the year before that and before that ad nauseam. You see what I'm saying son? You were here, the seat was filled maybe you have a learning disability! Which bus do you take to school?"
The kids all start to laugh which delights the teacher. "Another failing grade and another repeated year for you, son. Shall I reserve your seat for you now?"
Unlike Billy Madison though, I don't get a happy ending. There's no Danny McGrath to put on lipstick and shoot my ill-wishers. I would break the mirror, but my luck is bad enough as it is.
"You there, the dumb guy at the back with your head down." I crumple further down in my seat.
"Yes, you. Stand up then and lets see if you've been paying attention in class." I stand up, much to the amusement of the rest of the kids who can't help but giggle that I've been called out again.
"No sir, I haven't, this is my first day here."
"Again? Wasn't that your excuse last time, son?"
"No sir, couldn't have been it's my first day"
"Well I can see I have you down here on Roll Call every day of this year and last year and the year before that and before that ad nauseam. You see what I'm saying son? You were here, the seat was filled maybe you have a learning disability! Which bus do you take to school?"
The kids all start to laugh which delights the teacher. "Another failing grade and another repeated year for you, son. Shall I reserve your seat for you now?"
Unlike Billy Madison though, I don't get a happy ending. There's no Danny McGrath to put on lipstick and shoot my ill-wishers. I would break the mirror, but my luck is bad enough as it is.
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