A tired and frustrated Janice walked into her Math class. She was sure to be lacking enthusiasm; she was trying hard to hang her face. It was only the fourth period and since her biology class was so long and boring she anticipated her Math class to be the same. ‘What a day it has been so far, Elaine her best friend shouted out,’ that was right before Mr. Pantone had intervened. Elaine was not the type who would work at molding a bad for herself Instead she loved to run her fingers through her soft, long silky-smooth hair, as if to gain recognition for her good looks. Indeed she was fine. Her nice cinnamon-toned skin complemented her frolicsome character. She was fifteen and bursting with beauty. In every corner of her body there was an assortment of captivating features. She wore light brown eyes and curly striking eyelashes that would summon a crowd; she loved mauling her sharp-witted eyelashes to suit her specification. When she walked she pranced her way to her desired destination like conceited a heifer in heat.
Her best friend would always sympathize with her as her obsessed with her beauty. Not only Elaine glowed immaculately, Janice too was irrefutably good looking.
Janice was always on a rampage. She’d walk around the school bellow out her goods with a mirror and her alluring walk. Janice had a light brown cinnamon skin identical to that of her best friend, a countenance that shone with exceptional features. Among her many perfections was her long pointed nose that stood upright below her pair of nice black bright eyes. Janice was the type of girl who would smother her shoulder –length hair with good nourishment to ensure that she remained as reputable as ever. With a tremendous height of 5’’8 Janice had access herself to a limitless career. Since she considered herself multi-talented she was sure to pass on the knowledge of the future endeavors to her mom to ensure that there would be no disappointments on the horizon.
And so the saga continued, still bored and uninterested Janice slouched onto her seat and rested her chin on the desk, trying hard to demonstrate to Mr. Pantone how bored his class was. At fifteen, Janice was an average student. Math was not her favorite subject and the teacher did not make it any easier.
His attire never met the children’s standards; he loved wearing long khaki pants and long sleeve shirts with tight fitting suspenders that really did not ensemble him. He had broad thick glasses that presumable came about due to his eye problem, he had skipped a few months of school because he had to undergo eye surgery. That was the only time he had received little sympathy from his students. A brilliant and patient Mathematician, his intelligence was portrayed by his way of teachings.Mr.Pantone was caring in some ways but his caring attitude was shared with the students who corresponded with him in his class. If you chose to be lackadaisical in his class he would waste time. One thing he never did was talk nonsense. The man had stated his purpose from day one, and there was no way that he would go beyond that one purpose that he got paid to serve. Janice and Elaine was not his favorite but he did have some good lessons with them
Being cooperative.
‘‘Janice you seem to be having fun already,’’ said a sarcastic ‘’Mr.Pantone.I am not feeling very well today sir, ‘’and why might that be an incredulous Mr. Pantone said to an ill-tempered Janice, who was fully aware that her teacher was onto her.’ I need to rest my head on the desk sir,’’ ‘my mind is a bit plagued with flippant thoughts.’
The conversation did not seem to be getting anywhere so Mr. Pantone refrained from taking it to another level and with that he rested his case and settled for some thing more productive.
So I am assuming that everyone did his or her assignments on that algebra lesson, Mr. Pantone proceeded on to say. Before he could say another word the students began submitting their assignments. Although Mr. Pantone was not known for being belligerent he expectations were outlined from day one and you failed to meet his standards you would be punished. Math class zoomed by and before Janice knew it she was walking out of the school with her best friend and chuckling light-heartedly. She wasn’t exactly sick but she just described the day as boring and long. She got to her house swarmed with homework, a faded smile and welcomed a feeling of solitude as she set foot inside the house. She was used to that day in day out feeling. Janice would always ride to and from school with her best friend ‘s mom; her mom would have to be at work for seven.
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"This was boring and had to much descibing stuff in it, I would rather watch a fucking dog play piano.. :( BORING!!!" -- Ashely, winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada.
"Your writing seems to be an attempt to show off your vocabulary using words like incredulous, frolicsome, etc. Unfortunately, you have no story - no plot or conclusion. This is merely a narrative describing a few characters. While you seem to have been careful with your spelling and your placement of adjectives, you failed to edit your work and have several careless mistakes in punctuation, use of quotation marks and have omitted some small but necessary words. The description of a lazy, vain, well-endowed girl is not enough to make this into a story. You need a lot more. " -- Richard.
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