The True Revolutionist Newspaper

.The True Revolutionist Newspaper.

October 7 of the '03 We are really sorry, but the newspaper will be out by Saturday, not Friday. Now you can all kick me and spit on me ect. We just have alittle more work to do, just alittle and then we are done with issue number six.

For the Ease of my Gifted Teacher (the lovely Ms. Carson) I am posting the collaboration "High School" Right here and also linking it under my links. Have a loverly day!----Liz

High School

Days of eating paste,
And Little Debbie cream pies are over,
And no one studied for the test last night,
No one except for everyone but you.

Paper balls are flying along with the insults,
You just have to wonder what does y-x really have to do with anything?
Is this a dream? I feel like I've been here forever,
But lunch is periods and I have to hold on.

Some are high because they didn�t sleep last night,
And others act this way because they did.
The girl up front is flaunting a thong and all the guys are staring,
Its not because of who she is its because of what she�s wearing.

Homework is the entr�e with procrastination on the side,
I�ll do it when I'm done with this and that and all that's in between.
Its the world that divides the jocks from wallflowers,
So which side will you be on when the war is starting?

And in the hallways you feel the people you once knew,
But when no ones looking,
They really are,
And their eyes say more than you bargained for.

The boy next to me might be interested, until he finds the truth,
I�m only a freshman.
He's so interested in my assets,
Since I�m done with the algebra homework.

All the inside jokes from Jr. high,
Are long forgotten,
And they're more like paper bag cliches,
Thrown away with the trash.

In English class were writing narratives,
I�ve only written half of mine,
But we're all only 15 years done,
With the narratives of our lives.

Muffled voices lead announcements,
There�s blah blah blah for lunch,
And blah blah blah won This and That,
And could So and So and What's Her Face come to the office please?

Busses crowd in one way roads, and scrape against low trees,
We�re supposed to be going home but were only stuck in halfway dreams.
We stumble off at our stop and fumble at our locked door,
Instead of doing drugs and having sex we hope for something more.

Late Friday nights bring the home team football cheers,
And gawking at the not-so clean cut cheerleader skirts.
No ones listening to the band, they�re either stoned or making out,
They don't know who's winning, but they all know the score.

And you get dressed for the group date Saturday,
Only to find out ,
Its a 3 person group,
And you�re the third wheel.

When you get home,
Parents pressure you for details,
You wish you had something to lie about,
You pray for social status to be your shelter.

Back in preschool we lived for cookies,
Back in elementary we lived for recess,
Back in the junior we lived for dances,
Now we're in high school we live for each other.

And we live for remembering cookies and recess and dances,
So we thrive off any new memories we make,
Because this isn't the whole scheme of things,
This is high school.

-By Elizabeth Dianna Morris and Abigail F. Wheeler