Silly Tillie, Cheating is How I Pass

My absence is becoming greater and greater between each post, but my life has been boring. So, as I expected I could rely on the weekend to liven things up and oh did my Friday deliver. I was having a boring day, which I enjoyed, just letting my creativity surge in tiny drawings all over my papers. It really all started in government when I drew a whole heard of African animals. In my amusement, (and Mrs. Harts droning voice) I added horns and wings to all of them, letting my mind run wild with all sorts of mystical creatures. Then it came time for fourth hour. Theres no question that my inspiration was there, because I always draw in Spanish, trying not to let "THE" teachers voice make me less intelligent. Today was no ordinary day, last class had just been the calm before the storm. I don't if it was just "that time of the month" or that we had put her on edge last class, but there was about to be a clash of the titans: Class v. Cowen (2007) (-check your history book-oh its there.) I'm not the one about to be caught cheating, so when we take quizzes/tests me and her have a staring contest; last class she busted the cheaters(not including me)that put her over the edge probably.Today, as normal, the class acted out each time she said something pointless, I was being talkative like others, and people were taking their usual twenty-twenty five minute breaks. I don't really have any priorities when I take the pass, (except to blow of all the steam that has been created) but I don't know how people find stuff to do when they leave for long periods of time, so my walks tend to be five, maybe ten minutes. When I came back, I hurried to my seat, only to take a quick glance around the classroom. My glance turned to a stare. As I counted the number of people gone, Mrs. Cowen caught my eyes and said, "If you notice a number of your classmates are missing, but you are the wrong people to yell at." Eight people were gone and as they began to trickle in, she started her ranting. She went on about how she treats us like adults, only for us to use the pass like children. How she is trying to help us, but we talk to much. How were her worst class. How we cheat and lie. Something about if a shoe doesn't fit, don't wear it. While she was on her tirade, my creativity got the best of me and I began to draw. The picture above is of a piece of scrap paper that has the drawings. Let me break this down furthermore, this paper is torn and ripped because I used it for cheat sheets. Also the pictures on the paper or very unlikely to happen, so therefore meaningless and out of anger. Breakdown time:

1. A burning house, that she is escaping.

2. Some giant bird, feeding its children.

3. A giant alligator, with a person helping in the feeding.

4. Thats the endangered white rhino, bucking and jabbing.

5. A giant ape, tossing something.

6. Thats one storm cloud, with one lightning bolt. And that bolt is in action.