How Mitch got his nickname That same day, I was sitting in the most boring class ever, which was intro to French. If I wanted to speak French, Id move to France, but it seems that colleges require several years of a language, which would make sense, if I was sure I wanted to go to college. The teacher was going on about class expectations at the time. So in short, I was in a class that was supposed to teach me a language that I didnt want to learn, that was required for something I didnt want to do. To make matters worse, we werent even LEARNING anything. Seems like flawed logic to me. So, I had gum in my mouth during class, and it had lost its flavor, so I decided to dispose of it under the desk, since everyone elses gum was there. I figured that at this new school, that must be where people leave their gum, since come to think of it, I hadnt noticed any trash barrels around. So, I took it out, and stuck it under the desk. By some incredibly slim chance, the teacher, Ms. Moisand, noticed the gum in my hand as I stuck it under the desk. Immidiately, she said Mr. Parker, Id like to see you after class. That woman had eyes like a hawk. Class went by, and after class, she forced me to sponge down all the desks, and every time I wanted an explanation, she told me not to talk back. I didnt want to make a bad impression, so I spent the next half hour sponging the desks down. When I finally made it to my next class, the teacher got pissed at me for being late. Sponge they began to giglgle. My hated moniker was born. For the rest of high school, that was my name. Sponge.
Posted on: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 01:27:31 +0000
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