Matters went from <br />bad to worse <br />at Spinoza High School <br />turning the place into <br />a veritable cauldron of confusion. <br />First, <br />Murry Vos was pushed <br />down a flight of stairs <br />the man represented <br />twenty years of experience <br />both legs broken <br />out for the term <br />culprit never caught. <br />Next, <br />Henrietta Saxe <br />finally achieved her goal of becoming <br />a porno star, <br />moved to Hollywood, <br />and changed her name to Darling <br />thus the Drama Department <br />suddenly found itself without a teacher. <br />Then, without warning, <br />the mouse population <br />exploded. Marie Simonpoetri, <br />who taught biology, said the warm moist summer <br />caused it all. In any case, <br />they were bold little critters, <br />sniffing pant legs <br />and marching across desks <br />while class chugged on <br />students <br />utterly <br />immersed in joy <br />as tiny mouse feet <br />turned boredom <br />into Pandemonium. <br />Attempting a bit of creativity <br />I set bowls of Gerbil food <br />in the right front corner <br />of the room for <br />“Feeding.” <br />No good. Apparently this particular <br />species had been created with <br />a sweet tooth <br />and searched student’s back packs for <br />chocolate chip cookies, <br />Snickers, <br />Little Debbie Cakes <br />and other sundry bits of <br />concentrated sugar. <br />I suggested to my students <br />to leave such tidbits home <br />“Not coming to school Bernstein, ” <br />said Larry Fiddle. <br />Others threw papers <br />slung paper clips <br />whistled <br />hissed <br />hooted <br />and <br />in unison <br />whipped out their goodies <br />munching loudly.<br /><br />Charles Chaim Wax<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-day-at-spinoza-high-school/
