HanMan's: Boring Classes

The Rise Of The Evil Gym Teacher

A/N: This is a long one. I figured i'd get most of the story out of the way in this one that way part 2 of the chapter will be much shorter so instead of having 2 long chapters you'll have one long one. And one short one. Haha. One long one and One short one. XD I crack myself up. XD

The wooden floors are scratched with a pale shine

There's cracks in the bleachers, and rust on the school sign

The basketball hoops are wooden, with rims orange and bright

Ripped blue mats and worn down basketballs all in the closet locked up tight

Gym class, what an amazingly odd sense of crap

The stench is like someone mixed ass, sweat, and cologne and put it in a trap

I step into the seventh circle of boredom hell, and see nothing but hopelessness in my wake

Seeing the clock strike 9:16am and watch all my fellow classmates running, makes my body ache

Circle by circle lap by lap, together we run yet we each run alone

If we stop, we lose our P.E. credits, and then our future is gone into the unknown

We run that circle like zombies with a goal

The boredom, the death of the repetitive uselessness, begins to take its toll

But in this boredom, this death, there's something keeping all of us afloat

Ms. Emmerson, the hottest gym teacher to ever walk the earth, and i'm damn proud to gloat

Long legs, tan skin, muscular body, big hips and the most sexy eyes

She drives all the boys in gym class nuts, and every boy in class just dies

One kid, so flustered by her hotness, passed out when she grabbed his arm trying to show him how to do a proper crunch

Man some days i wish i could just be a sandwich and serve myself up as Ms. Emmerson’s lunch

Those circles around and around we went, didn't seem so bad

As long as Ms. Emmerson was around, everything was alright, the class was happy, and i was more than glad

But then, the day came when we walked through those gym doors and enter the odorous stink trap and saw it as plain as day

Ms. Emmerson was gone, and in her place, a large, thick, hairy, bearded man in sweats and puma jacket, was there to say,

"Evening class. My name is Mr. Dayquad and i'll be taking over your regular gym classes from now on."

"I'm afraid Ms. Emmerson has left and won't be returning." [whispers of shock break out] "She's gone."

As we all crowded around looking at this big man, shocked and saddened for this well... shock.

Something cringed in my stomach as i looked at this man and listened to him talk.

"Alright well, the only way i know how to get over something so sad, is with a game of dodgeball! Everyone get into a line and we'll pick teams"

Mr. Dayquad said with excitement. He runs down the court to the equipment room doors to grab the dodgeballs, it seems.

I just don't know though, something about him doesn't feel right

But its just a feeling i guess, and i can't do anything, so i've just gotta move on right?