"Das Uber Essay"

Nu de alta, dar ca sa sufar un pic voi posta un eseu...eseul de la engleza pe care la-m primit cadou pentru ca am aruncat un pix... ma rog pe catalogu profei...tot una...Asa mai umplu blogu asa ca no comment...si apoi face parte din mentalitatea mea.
A big essay!Now I can express my feelings!Within this huge monster you will find answers to all your questions, cures for diseases like cancer, ideas for a better world and burrito recipes.
One week ago I got in class in time with at least 7 minutes before the teacher. I saw my classmates and thought "Who are these guys??" A feeling of hatred took over my heart, but the voice that lives in me and teaches me what is good and what is bad told me: "Duude, what's with all the hatred?Take a break, chill out, breath deeply... They are your friends; so be patient and try to understand them". This voice comes very often and interrupts me. It's kind of annoying...Nevermind...So there i was sitting at my desk, when the teacher arrived.
The whole class stood up having their faces covered by big smiles and thinking "oh no! Another day at this bloody school! Why can't I stay at home and sleep?C'est la vie...". Everybody politely saluted (it was like Heil Caesar!or Hitler...). They neatly retook their seats. The teacher had to note the missing slaves. She naturaly demanded "something to write with". The voice in my head said that I should be the first to give her a pen. "You are the best from da West"/ Regarding to what it said(I think I'm going to call it "Stu" or better:"Stewie"...like in Family Guy), I rapidly unzipped my pencil-box, I chose my weapon(my best pen!) and feeling that someone else would get there before me(I'm a little clumsy at entering and exitind a desk) I calculated the possibilities. My intuition was right: I couldn't geet in time to help the teacher with my ultra-expensive hi-quality pens. The only option left was to throw it gently on her desk. In half-a-second the pen flew like a dragonfly with now wings and landed safely on the desk. My mission was accomplished. "Mais, la vie comme a la guerre"
No superior is okay with his subordinate's doings. My action was taken as a barbaric terrorist attack, despite the fact that it's a very practical and energy saving. It's outrageous! But I am not the one who makes the law. I'm just a worker with no mouth to speak. So I got to write an essay. But before that I was cruely scolded in front of my comrades. Shame was all over me. I couldn't open my eyes to look either at my teacher, or at my friends. If the lesson hadn't started I would have died covered in my own disgrace. But I didn't.
Unfotunately, this wasn't over. A teenager ha his major daily problems: his hairdo, his clothes("I can't find my blue T-shirt! Mum, what did you do with it?!"."It's at washin', honey.";"Noooo!Fuck it mum!", " Whatch your language young man!","whatever..."), his friends; to sum up, the way he looks in front of his friends and in front of other human beings, mentally and physically. With all of this around, adding the stress with homework and the fact that the next day we had a debate(so we had no homework at this English class) I totally forgot about the essay. Sadly, the amount of words was dubled. My life was ruined. I couldn't think about something else except to write my will. I would have left my toys to an orphanage, my dog to Dad, my cactus to Mum; and I would have also sent a pen and an essay to my teacher.
I was holding a knife,no! 2 knives, one in each of my hands. With one I aimed my heart while the other was aimed at my stomach. Then I happily found out that the essay was for the next week. Yupeeeee! I had plenty of time to write it.
This is my story, a tale of a boy and his "Uber Essay" that appeared from nowhere, like rain in a sunny day.