When I was younger I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind.
He broke his own heart and I watched
As he tried to reassemble it.
And my momma swore
That she would never let herself forget.
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love i...
"Very funny Dalton." Knox said as I slung my bag over my shoulder.
"Neil almost saw me fully naked today." I made my way to the door.
"Fully?" Charlie and Knox asked running after me.
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English started about 5 minutes ago, and Keating finally started.
"Lady and Gentlemen open your text to page 21 of the introduction." I smiled turning to the page.
"Mr Perry will you read the opening paragraph of the preface entitled. Understanding Poetry." Keating asked.
"'Understand Poetry' by Dr J. Evans Pritchard Ph.D." I took a piece of fluff off of Todd's shoulder.
"To fully understand poetry we must first be fluent with its metre rhyme and figures of speech. Then ask two questions." I turned slightly.
"One, how artfully has the objective of the poem been rendered? And two how important is that objective? Question one rates the poem's perfection. Question two rates its importance. And once these questions have been answered determining a poem's greatness becomes a relatively simple matter. If the poem's score for perfection is plotted..." Keating went up to the chalk board.
"On the horizontal of a graph and its importance is plotted on the vertical then calculating the total area of the poem yields the measure of its greatness." Cameron started writing what Keating wrote on the board causing me to roll my eyes.
"A sonnet by Byron might score high on the vertical but only average on the horizontal. A Shakespearean sonnet on the other hand would score high both horizontally and vertically yielding a massive total area thereby revealing the poem to be truly great." Neil read.
"As you proceed through the poetry in this book practise this rating method. As your ability to evaluate poems in this manner grows so will." I looked at Neil.
"So will your enjoyment and understanding of poetry." He finished.
"Excrement." Keating said as I chuckled.
"That's what I and Miss. Reid thinks of Mr J. Evans Pritchard." I looked back at Neil.
"We're not laying pipe. We're talking about poetry. I mean how can you describe poetry like American Bandstand?" Keating asked.
"I like Byron. I give him a 42. But I can't dance to it." Someone boys chuckled.
"Now I want you to rip out that page." None of the boys did it.
"Go on. Rip out the entire page."
"You heard me. Rip it out." I held up the entire introduction.
"Already did, sir." I said as Charlie ripped his out.
"Thank you Mr Dalton. Miss Reid." I winked at Charlie.
"Gentlemen tell you what... Don't just tear out that page. Tear out the entire introduction." Keating said.
"I want it gone, history. Leave nothing." Some boys did.
"Rip it out! Rip! Be gone J. Evans Pritchard Ph.D! Rip! Shred! Tear!" Keating yelled.
"Rip it out! I want to hear nothing but ripping of Mr Pritchard! We'll perforate it put it on a roll!" Keating looked at Cameron.
"It's not the Bible. You're not gonna go to hell for this." I laughed patting Todd's shoulder.
"Go on. Make a clean tear. I want nothing left of it." Keating went into his office.
"We shouldn't be doing this." Cameron told Neil as I walked over to them.
"Don't be a bitch."
"Rip! Rip! Rip!" Neil told him as I smiled at him.
"Rip it out! Rip!"
"Rip it! Yeah! Rip it out!" The boys cheered.
"What the hell is going on here?" The boys stopped as Mr. McAllister came in.
"I don't hear enough rips." Keating came out of his office.
"Mr Keating."
"Mr McAllister."
"I'm sorry I- -I didn't know you were here." McAllister said.
"I am." Keating said.
"Ah. So you are." I stood up from Charlie's desk.
"Miss Reid, that is not your required uniform." He told me.
"I think it's stupid I have to stick to the status quo that women have to wear skirts." I put my hands in my pockets.
"So I'm having a simple protest." I said.
"Excuse me." Mr McAllister left, I'm guessing he didn't expect someone to talk back to him.
