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Today I had to recite a sonnet for my AP English class. It was Sonnet 30 by William Shakespeare. I had memorized it yesterday and I was annoying the hell out of anyone within 5ft of me as I rehearsed it. It was perfect. Well...in rehearsal anyways.
So I'm sitting there minding my own business, and I'm called on to recite my sonnet. No sweat right? WRONG! I get through:
"When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past
I sight the lack of many a things I sought..."
That's when I broke down. Everybody started laughing. I mean...I'm normally a funny guy and I kept smiling throughout the whole thing as I struggled for words. It was different though...I really tried hard to prove that I was intelligent. People in that class already think I'm stupid...I think this just topped it off. I felt really bad when my friend started laughing at me. I mean...damn homeboys just don't do that. I took reciting this sonnet so seriously. My teacher saw me distraught, but gave me a 25/60. She came up to me later and told me not to worry about it. It still bothered me. If I was going to prove to anyone that I was intelligent...it was gonna be to her.
After class, I make it a point to go up and recite my sonnet to her. A few halts, but I get through it all. She told me she wasn't going to give me points, but I told her, "I just want you to know that I tried really hard to recite it...I knew it really well before class...I just got really nervous, I'm not doing this for points." When I messed up, she seemed kinda disgusted, because you know how college professors, turned high school teachers, are.
Right before I went up to her I was asked to write a love sonnet. I'm assuming this is for big points...but I forgot to turn it in
She never accepts late work...so oh well
I'll share it with you guys
When witty remarks fail me
and the mask I wear becomes all too familiar
who must I seek but thee?
hope abounds when I think you me similar
with raging love
I comfort myself in you
but where art though, my dove?
my love runs amok, with no receipient
I begin my search with much intent
searching high and low
I land myself in detent
astonished by the sight
for as I searched
you await me, eyes sparkling
I wrote it while I felt extremely bad about not being able to recite the poem. At the time, I wanted to punch my friend in the head, bitch slap the girls laughing, and headbutt the group of wiseasses in the back.
After class, I see the girl who's number I asked for, and right before I say hi...she grabs my friend's arm. I say hi...but get no reply
Complete dumbass.
Sigh...I truly am the stupidest person ever. Rejecting the hottest girl in school(only 200 kids) back in 8th grade because she rejected me...yes...I'm stupid! She looks like heather locklear, I swear! She says she misses me..but you know what she means. "Your ass is this close to a restraining order, punk!"
Stupid in Colorado,
Paul
So I'm sitting there minding my own business, and I'm called on to recite my sonnet. No sweat right? WRONG! I get through:
"When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past
I sight the lack of many a things I sought..."
That's when I broke down. Everybody started laughing. I mean...I'm normally a funny guy and I kept smiling throughout the whole thing as I struggled for words. It was different though...I really tried hard to prove that I was intelligent. People in that class already think I'm stupid...I think this just topped it off. I felt really bad when my friend started laughing at me. I mean...damn homeboys just don't do that. I took reciting this sonnet so seriously. My teacher saw me distraught, but gave me a 25/60. She came up to me later and told me not to worry about it. It still bothered me. If I was going to prove to anyone that I was intelligent...it was gonna be to her.
After class, I make it a point to go up and recite my sonnet to her. A few halts, but I get through it all. She told me she wasn't going to give me points, but I told her, "I just want you to know that I tried really hard to recite it...I knew it really well before class...I just got really nervous, I'm not doing this for points." When I messed up, she seemed kinda disgusted, because you know how college professors, turned high school teachers, are.
Right before I went up to her I was asked to write a love sonnet. I'm assuming this is for big points...but I forgot to turn it in
When witty remarks fail me
and the mask I wear becomes all too familiar
who must I seek but thee?
hope abounds when I think you me similar
with raging love
I comfort myself in you
but where art though, my dove?
my love runs amok, with no receipient
I begin my search with much intent
searching high and low
I land myself in detent
astonished by the sight
for as I searched
you await me, eyes sparkling
I wrote it while I felt extremely bad about not being able to recite the poem. At the time, I wanted to punch my friend in the head, bitch slap the girls laughing, and headbutt the group of wiseasses in the back.
After class, I see the girl who's number I asked for, and right before I say hi...she grabs my friend's arm. I say hi...but get no reply
Sigh...I truly am the stupidest person ever. Rejecting the hottest girl in school(only 200 kids) back in 8th grade because she rejected me...yes...I'm stupid! She looks like heather locklear, I swear! She says she misses me..but you know what she means. "Your ass is this close to a restraining order, punk!"
Stupid in Colorado,
Paul