Fight at Lunch

Today during lunch there was a fistfight between two boys, Chris Roche and Ahmed Webe. I am not totally sure what the motives of this fight were, however I was there (the next table over, to be precise) when it happened so I can offer a pretty reliable account of what happened.
There I was around 11:15 in the Cafeteria when I suddenly realized that the second half of my cookie that had been sitting in front of me while I was studying my physics was no longer there. I looked at Hannah on my left, who happened to be chewing something, so I asked rather accusingly "Did you take my cookie?". She looked at me suddenly and there was a short silence that was rather unusual for a high school cafeteria and which abruptly ended when a chair about ten feet away hit the floor with a crack. I looked over Hannah's shoulder to see Ahmed and Chris standing up face to face, and Hannah was just turning around when suddenly both boys starting going at each other. It was impossible to tell who had thrown the first punch but they were quickly on the floor rolling around, Ahmed's friend yelling at them to stop. Furniture was quickly pushed away by the boys' struggles on the floor, and I had never seen Mairian, who was sitting next to Hannah and closest to the boys, move so fast in the entire time I've known her. Mr. Cooke, the gallant English teacher, quickly jumped to the scene trying to force to boys apart and getting punched in the jaw. Tyler, one of Chris' friends, also intervened by grabbing Chris while Mr. Cooke held onto Ahmed. Soon other teachers rushed into the action, although Mr. Cooke and Tyler had handled the worst of it. Meanwhile Chris is on top, punching Ahmed in the shoulder/chest/neck area, who is choking him by the collar of his shirt. Both of their faces are bright red and I was suddenly reminded of the Ancient Greeks and the stories we liked to hear when we were little of knights struggling with great beasts - only I couldn't tell which boy was the knight. All the students in 1st lunch had rushed to the show and my table had front row seats. Finally more authoritative male teachers showed up and wrenched the boys away from each other, Chris' shirt ripping off in the process. Chris then broke free from the restraining hands of the male teachers and went running shirtless up the stairs. When he was halfway up, the cafeteria audience suddenly broke into applause accompanied with shouts of "Bravo!". I've heard that both boys have gotten 3 days' suspension, and that Chris is banned from baseball. A huge mess of crushed popcorn and chips was briefly glimpsed before a horde of tenth grade boys converged on the table where Tyler was sitting. Later that day other boys were congratulating Chris on his Facebook for his triumph.
What had provoked the fight was Chris throwing a bottle cap at Ahmed's head and Ahmed responding "That's not fuckin' funny".
Although the fight was hugely entertaining, the repercussions of said scuffle are, in my view, entirely not worth it. Personally I think our school must have issues with punishment because it seems to me like teachers are afraid to do it and must be pushed to the edge to provoke real consequences. I also think this is caused by the size of our school (not the big) and how rarely someone ever does something very serious (rare = once a month/less).

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Track Banquet: A Review

Last Friday was the Winter Track Banquet, a horribly unorganized affair where half the people came late because of misleading schedules. On the official invitation that was handed out to everybody around a week beforehand, it was clearly stated that the Banquet would start at 6:00 pm. This was not so. Not only did the Banquet start at 5:00, that was not told to around half of the track population, who walked in at 6:00 during the presentations very confused and hungry. Another ill planned aspect of the Banquet was the fact that they ran out of food for the people who were there. Weak with hunger, frustrated, and extremely disappointed at 6:00 to the surprise of the not late people and the coaches, the late people who thought they were on time walked in to the High School's cafeteria, among which I was present, expecting food a mingling only to be sadly disappointed. I had made a track slide show of pictures taken throughout the season, mostly by me. I got nothing to eat but a tiny half-cooked brownie and all I was there for was to have a varsity certificate thrust in my face and then my slide show, which I manned because it was really a Powerpoint (I have very limited technology at my house). Because I was handling the Powerpoint/slideshow I didn't even get to have the dessert. I was forced to squat in front of the laptop ( the person behind me couldn't see ) hungry and harangued while I thought over why a Certain Girl who shall remain unnamed had gotten an award and the people who in my personal and observent opinion deserved one. Everybody really did appreciate my slideshow though. However the night was not meant to end well and the sweatshirts that we ordered at the beginning of January and payed 30 dollars for were Men's which is a problem really because we happen to be a Girl's track team. You'd think maybe someone might notice a huge extra large sweatshirt with a name like "Sally" embroidered on the arm. I think we should hold another, different Banquet where we hand ot our own awards to those whom we see fit to get an award. Over the matter of the Banquet I am deeply let-down. That's all for now, I have to get back to my class.

Winter Track

It's been a great season this year
However it ended at the right time.
I shan't shed a tear
For those friends of mine

Because I made them special with more care
and awareness then I ever had before.
With the other teams it was quite a different affair
Until I decided I couldn't stand it any more.

That other team will be mad when they discover
My choice to go my own way,
Stick up for myself and fallow no other
"That bitch, traitor, she wasn't even that good anyway" they'll say.

But because they have never taken the time
To know what I'm like, they will be awed
To find what they think doesn't matter a dime.
I am original and and they are fraud.




This isn't very good, but I had the strange urge to create something and it was either this or re-styling my clothes, which is dangerous and irreversable.

Love Sonnet

I think that I shall never see a star,
As bright and shining as your love for me.
To embrace a star is to reach too far.
It would be farther than across the sea.

On the phone I did not mean to be curt
But I was distracted by my cat
Who was busy attacking my best shirt.
And after that she destroyed the mat.

Now I feel horrid about what I said.
I did not mean it to come out that way
And I can not get you out of my head.
I couldn’t come up with anything to say.

I wrote this poem to apologize
And tomorrow I will buy you French fries.

(or)
And I promise you I tell you no lies
I wrote this poem to apologize.

I like...

Skiing with friends, skipping to the ends, sledding down hills, visiting mills, avoiding mice, eating ice, not getting lice, rolling dice, breathing right, running at night, water fights, christmas tree lights, seeing sites, flying kites, going to the ocean, staying in motion, rock songs, ping pong, catching frogs, chopping logs, campfires, funny fliers, not sighers, lemon cream pie, brooms that fly, not sneezing or wheezing, being lazy and/or crazy, swimming in lakes, eating cakes, milkshakes, not toochaches, finishing first, not being the worst, not dying of thirst, not being cursed, things on sale, getting things in the mail, not having a tail, not eating things that are stale, Harry Potter, being a daughter, not leg cramps, loud amps, thinking of more things to like, talking into the mike, riding my bike, planning schemes, daydreams, making up a rhyme, but I'm out of time.