Kicked Out of School
Yeah, so I got kicked out of Cedar Hall today….
It was only for today. My first class I was watching my history video and because I had already seen it before I was just trying to brush up on the information. Well I am always fiddling with my hands, it is just something I do. So I had playdoh and I was making faces with it. I made one I liked so I took out my phone to take a picture. Just as I took it Mr. G, the headmaster of the school, came around the corner and said: “Hey, Isaiah…”. I was really surprised and dropped my phone. He didn’t seem to care and started to ask me to do something and then asked “What are you doing?” I told him I was watching my history tape, and he said, “No I mean what were you doing just now?” So I told him I was taking a picture of the playdoh. He asked “Why?” and I didn’t know how to answer it so I was just like “Because… I liked it?” and he got really mad at me and thought that I had been trying to hide my phone and just told me to go home. I tried to explain that I was just taking a picture and wasn’t doing anything wrong, and he wouldn’t listen to me. So I came home and didn’t have school today.
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Wish my teachers would send me home for a day… I’m so sick of schoolwork.
You’re such a truant. You really should try to set a better example for your little brothers. I’m so disappointed in you.
I think you should consider taking the playdoh faces on the road. I have been in Jamaica the last couple of days and they carve faces into everything. You could probably make $25 – $50 per face if you really practiced and perhaps painted them and of course moved to a tourist area and probably wrote the name of the country on it and maybe became a little pushy and said phrases like “looking is free… come into my shop” and “I will make you a great deal.”
That way you could drop out of school and live in a small shack on the beach. Ah.. to dream
I would have to work on the accent though, which might take a while, and being white might kind tip people off that I am not really Jamaican… And somehow a small shack on the beach isn’t really my idea of a “Dream Home”
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