Good morning Auckland and welcome to 94.2, The Edge. You are with JJ, Mike and Dom on the Morning Madhouse, and for all you students you better get up soon, as the clock has just rolled over to 8:03. The weather is looking goo-I slammed my hand on the button to stop my alarm, then I groaned and rolled over. Did I
really have to go to school today. I studied the rays of light emitting from the crack between the curtains, and I wished that my day would turn out the same: Something fun coming through the tediousness. I stumbled out of bed and ripped open the curtains. I recoiled as my eyes adjusted to the new light, and I felt around for my watch. As I clasped it around my wrist, I glanced at my time-table and noticed that I had an all-day English class today. Ugh! A whole day of English? Not my cup of tea really. And what makes it worse was our old bat of a teacher Mrs
Grendelburgermoffensteinerhugelsquagenburg. Think about the worst, most boring teacher you have ever had. Got the image in your head? Good. Now times that by 10. That's how bad she is. The poor lady doesn't even speak fluent English!
I quickly got changed into my school uniform and rushed out the door, managing a quick "Bye Mum!" before I left. I looked at my watch.
8.39. Not too bad. I only live five minutes from the school, so I guess I wouldn't be late this time. Well I hope so. I wouldn't like to think of what Mrs
Grendelburgermoffensteinerhugelsquagenburg would do to me if I was late. I strolled into class, trying to make myself look as cool as possible, and maybe even to impress my crush: Salmon.
Salmon was one of those great girls that can always take a joke, and that always has a smile on her face. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever met, on the inside as well as the outside. What I mean by that is not that she has sexy intestines, but that she has an awesome personality. I reckon that it is looks that makes you like a person, but personality that makes you love them. I guess that means I love her, and yet I had never even plucked up the courage to say hi to her. She is
way out of my league, and there is no chance in hell that I would ever get the chance to go out with her. So I guess for now I will just admire her from afar, and hope that one day I will be brave enough to strike up a conversation with her.
I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't even notice that Mrs
Grendelburgermoffensteinerhugelsquagenburg wasn't even at her desk! Instead it was some young looking dude with cool sunnies and board shorts. From the moment he started talking I knew we weren't in for an ordinary day. He had one of those cool American surfer accents, and he started going on about the work that we were going to do today. He started listing the the activities, and my heart dropped.
Five essays, three creative writing stories, four poems and nine worksheets. Just thinking about all that made my brain hurt, and I couldn't imagine what will happen when I try to do them. I was nearly about to cry when our reliever started looking at us weird and then said "Um. . . I was just joking." The class erupted into laughter. I was
sooo relieved! I guess that's why the call him a reliever. The class quietened down so the teacher could speak again. "Instead, we shall be playing outside all day on the basketball courts all day, and then I will buy you all Subway for lunch.
Everybody had smiles on their faces as we made our way out to the basketball court. We were all talking about how cool this teacher was, if anyone would ask him if he could permanently replace Mrs
Grendelburgermoffensteinerhugelsquagenburg. I bet that thought was on
everybodies mind, even though it was so outlandish and unlikely.
The guy handed out the basketballs and we just mucked around with them for what felt like an hour when the surfer dude yelled "Lunch time!". I looked at my watch and it was already 1:30! How could this be? Could we really have been playing that long? I guess time
flies when your having fun! I chowed down on my Subway sandwich and savoured the taste of all the different ingredients. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Everyone just
loved the surfer dude.
After we
finished our lunch the teacher announced that we were going to go back to the classroom to chill out. Everyone got up to leave and so did I, when the surfer dude called me over. "That girl over there," he said, pointing at Salmon. "You have a thing for her don't you? You have been staring at her for the whole lunch break." I sat there in silence. "Yeah I thought so." He said. "You really should talk to her, if you want to get with
her I mean. It's no use admiring someone from afar. I learnt that the hard way." He stared into the sky, lost in his memories. "Let's go back to class.
Everyone will be having too much fun without us." And with that he stood
up and strode towards the classroom.
On my way back to the class I made up my mind. I was going to talk to Salmon. I made my way into the class and there she was. Sitting with her friends at the desk. I edged my towards her. I opened my mouth to say something but before I could she said "Hi Patrick." I felt my face going hot and I couldn't manage to utter a word. I looked at her friends
snickering around her, and I began to wonder how such a nice girl hangs out with ones so nasty. I managed to mumble something about the weather as I turned around and sat over at my desk. There I sat, lost in thought for hours. Not responding to anyone that talked to me.
I had done it. At last I managed to talk to Salmon. This was truly the best experience I could have with a reliever. This day will be stuck in my mind for years to come.
