English Class

I sit there as the rest of my class rolls their eyes over Shakespeare and politics. I tell myself that there is still more time till the end of the lesson, and suddenly it is upon us. This depresses more than anything. I have to go home, where I can only hope to achieve the hilarity of my English class.

I love my English class. I don't care what people think about English, and how it is boring, my English class is perfect. Here we have a class full of interesting people, with contrasting personalities, led by a weird left-wing nutjob, who resembles that dude off of Mythbusters, who calls me a weird right-wing nutjob. The class is fairly intellectual, all possessing weird obsessions, and always leading off-task to many different topics, which is often led by our teacher himself.
I sit with my cohorts, the intriguingly intellectual Indie and more bro than life Elisha, often compounded by the misanthropic friend, Patrick. We are forgetting Kent. That's his actual name.

Our friendships run deep, yet we are willing to sacrifice over small differences, such as Indie's dislike of chocolate pudding earning herself a reprimand from Elisha and me.

We spend our lessons generally criticizing everything and anything, and in between that, we do our schoolwork. On the most occasion we spend our classes in the computer room, Indie, Elisha and I clearly use our time efficiently, looking up emo blogs, and laughing in hilarity over the pettiness of those who are apparently our age. Currently, dear Patrick is modernizing scenes from Hamlet, portraying young Hamlet as an emo. But to be fair, Hamlet is emo.
We're a very cynical bunch, in English class. Very laidback as well. And clearly extraordinarily dirty.
Actually, where did our teacher go? I'm actually writing this up in class if you guys wanted to know.
Oh right, back to what we do in class.
Indie and Elisha have this habit of referencing Classical Studies during every analysis of our current topic Hamlet. Patrick enjoys pointing out grammatical errors, and laughing at Shakespeare in general. I along with Elisha, always search for dirty puns, whereas Clare is a dirty pun. The trust group, comprised of Kat, Vicky and Thu, spend most of the laughing in hilarity at the cynical nature of our dear class, whereas the quiet Liam often sheds a smile.
Then there is Treasure, who provides most of the hilarity with her 'Talk before you think' approach to English Studies, often skewing the already hilarious puns the class has made up.
Despite what many might think, our class does manage to do a lot of work. It's just that we tie it all together with hilarity, cynicism, good grammar, and a sufficient dose of dirtiness.

Now I am off to go read more emo blogs with Elisha. Actually makes me want to write one just to see how much I make myself laugh with how pathetic it is. And there goes Thu who is boasting about her superior scores in her iPod Touch game.
I love Indie. I hope she reads this bit.