Scribe notes from 4-30
Will is worming his
way in the middle of the circle, I think they call it art
Annette hits Will,
again
Annette wrote a poem
Poetry voice for
GIll
The great fish
debate
“is that just an
urban legend?” Mrs. Gill asks
As usual, people are
loud
Shelly is confused
about her pugnacious attitude
I do the kazoo
thing, Mama Gill didn’t believe me
We talk about the
inability of people to spell Annette’s name
Her last name is
“something”
*slowly applauds Will*
Erin looks over my
shoulder, sniffing loudly.
Bitch do you mind?
Erin has my notes
down
Thanks Erin
She continues to
make weird noises, which Sarah thinks is the funniest thing ever
Nick is opening his
mouth as he yawns, he looks like a trout when he yawns
And it’s not an
insult, I look like a potato when I yawn
Annette can’t keep
her hands to herself
Will and Shelly
natter at each other
Chris looks
perpetually irritated
Put down your
eyebrow, Chris
Alyssa almost throws
things across the classroom
“Don’t throw things
across my classroom!” Mother Gill shouts
We proceed to talk
about different kinds of genres and different ways books can be analyzed
Romance, Tragedy,
Comedy, Irony
The irony part
especially applies to the Princess Bride
These are all
different genres books apply to
At 1:32, MAMA GENRE
begins its existence
“Sounds like
parmesan” Erin says
She wants me to put
that in
You’re welcome
MG wants her new
nickname to be Mama G
Will and Chris talk
over everyone
God, Chris, put down
that eyebrow, you’re gonna hurt someone
Chris is the God of
looking skeptical/ done
Alyssa can’t stop
coughing
Will makes slurping
noises as the topic of romance is breeched.
Gross
Will continues to murmur
even though he should be paying attention
Alyssa coughs again,
Will and Annette are unsympathetic
Nick always looks
like he is startled
Will attempts to
Segway, but Mama G shuts that shit down
Nuh-un
Not in mah house
Nick and Chris
balance their laptops on the back of their screens
Yawns are abundant
I have counted two
Shout out to Sarah’s
Shoes, how I love her red converse
Will- “The Amish are
real?”
I’m not gonna lie,
that sentence basically embodies his presence in English class
Courtney has her
Spanish book out, ho shit, Stop the presses
Mama G stops the
class to call out Courtney
But not before
Alyssa coughs some more
“I think alyssa just
aged eighty years” whispers Erin
Ben and I make eye
contact
Now he’s paranoid
that he’s doing something weird.
Sucker.
He and I stifle
laughter
Nothing says fun
like a silent conversation
Abby plugs in my
computer
Thank god for my
prom buddy
I look over at Will,
he is playing with the sunglasses on his head
This kid is always
talking or fidgeting
Bianca and I make
eye contact
Looks like we both
want to go home
“Should I email you my journals?”
“You could have just
not brought that up”
Chris, you are an
awful influence
Champion Complainers
are asked to take the stage
Shelly and Chris
Shelly said, “it was
weird”
Chris- “its all
narration, nothing happened.”
He’s not wrong.
.
Mrs. Gill has something
to give us
WATCHING THE
PRINCESS BRIDE
WOO HOO
YES
Wait at lunch?
Really?
YES IT’S CATERED
FOOD
Abby freaks about
potato salad
Lindsay looks
skeptical
Jesus, girl, it’s
free food. What do you want, a freaking marching band?
Will winks at me, unprompted
Slow down crazy
The class seems to
be turning into a free period
Sarah is working
peacefully
Abby get off my foot
She realizes shes on
my foot
I sigh
My hands are getting
tired
Mama G yelled at underclassmen,
and how she bullied freshman Sarah
Poor sarah
Alyssa and abby are
singing Veggie Tales
Bridget notices me
and compliments my poker face
Bitch you best
Erin calls me a team
mom
She knows my secret
I waggle my eyebrows
at Bridget
Erin talks about how
she asked me really gross questions
I throw up a little
in my mouth
What I am I sitting
next to?
I have written four
pages of notes
We talk about how
Senora Hrakdek is mad at us
It’s not our fault
Mama G started it
Abby asks me about
pen names
I say Luna Lovegood
I would come up with
something better, but I’m working
Silence settles on
the crowd
MG attempts to talk
about What Technology Wants
Aha, the sophmores
have to read it
I’m so exhausted
Is this death
We only have two
minutes left of class
I’m out bitches
*salutes and naps*
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