Theme essays, Miss. Hintze calls from the front of the room. She says you can do it on whatever theme you want, but you know what she wants. Six paragraphs of death drip from your fingers. You revise. Five paragraphs of death remain. The last one has escaped, you know not where. You look around, and your classmates seem to all have the same predicament. Exactly one paragraph of death has escaped from all of you, and as you look for it, you realize where it has gone. Miss. Hintze calls from the front of the room theme essays, her hair now several shades darker than before.
The class groans as Hintze tells them the homework. You're in honors! She replies. Even honors kids shouldn't have to do this. Not this, the class cries in …show more content…
you've known this since day one, but it always surprises you anyways. SSR is like an animal, stalking its prey. You are the prey, you are always the prey. Your only weapon is a non-classwork book, and you never have one. Even if you put one in your bag, it's always gone by first hour. SSR is a predator. Miss. Hintze lets you borrow a book, but it's not the same. You can't fall into a book in the same way if it's not yours. SSR always takes so long. It's indescribable. You can't describe it. You can't. It's not allowed. SSR takes another victim behind you, as you furiously return to your book. It's always so long. You tried to time SSR once, but you found that clocks don't work. Your watch showed a different time than your phone showed a different time than your iPad. SSR, Miss. Hintze calls, trying to talk over the sound of SSR itself. She can't. No one can. SSR is a