High School High Page #3

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If you know of his whereabouts,

or if you have him...

contact me immediately.

And also don't forget,

in less than two months...

the state will administer

the Academic Proficiency Test.

Anyone planning on going to college

is required to take these exams.

Don't forget Career Day on Fridays.

The United States Marines

and the Michigan Militia...

will have recruiters here on campus.

All right, listen up!

We have a new teacher.

His name is Richard Clark.

It's his first day.

Give him at least a week

before you do something terrible to him.

Mr. Clark, do you have anything to say?

Now, you all should know...

Actually, yes.

I was asked a while back,

what teaching meant to me.

My reward,

is being able to shape and mould...

agile young minds like yours.

Someday you will be the world's leaders.

But the important thing is, I see in you...

the future of America.

You suck!

That's enough, miss!

She's the school's librarian.

Jeez, talk about low morale.

All right, please settle down.

There. That's more like it.

I know.

I'm the enemy.

I'm the "grown-up."

But, darn it, I was a kid once, too.

And I haven't led a choirboy's life.

I've got my share of parking tickets.

At a baseball game once...

I moved down to the expensive seats.

Yeah. I'm not proud of it.

In order to get to know you...

I've devised a little system.

When I call your name...

I would like you to stand up...

and then you tell me a little something

about yourself.

Natalie Thompson.

- Is there a Natalie Thompson here?

- I'm here.

- What's up, girl?

- Why are you late?

- Because the bell rang before I got here.

- Well...

All right. Before you came in, we were just

talking about sharing personal information.

Perhaps you can tell us something

about yourself.

For the last week,

I've had a yeast infection that's extremely...

Not that personal.

Something about what you enjoy doing.

I like writing poetry.

A poet. I love poetry.

Perhaps you have a nice one

you'd like to share with us.

Okay.

Here's one I wrote yesterday.

"Oh, hopelessness

"unrelenting, blood-drenched

"intestine-twisting hopelessness

"So thick and mucous-like

in a stinking, vomit-filled void

"I am but a rancid carcass on the highway

"Road kill for the maggots

"Floating in shark-filled bile,

like wildebeest entrails"

That's as far as I got.

I would have finished but...

I couldn't find anything

to rhyme with "festering drippage."

Well, thank you, Natalie.

Is it Anthony Jefferson?

Anferny.

I beg your pardon?

- Anferny.

- Anferny?

Anferny, I thought I wrote it down wrong.

All right. Tell us a little something

about yourself, Anferny.

You know. I like chilling with my boys...

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