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Most Irregularly found in the auspicious year of my 11th grade, took the form of Dennis.
Always a Master of words and the lingual arts, he could take a typical discussion and re-work it to suit the tastes of the common folk, or the mentally ill.
He always seemed to exemplify the Modern-day metaphors. Perhaps so as not to steal form those who are more deserving of praise such as Poe or Luewright.
Case one: Once when during an assembly the principal, Mr. Dean, was speaking of having confidence when approaching the future. His voice monotous and not for a moment catching. Outaa nowhere Dennis speaks over the microphone from the tech. booth in the back, correcting his rhetoric to be more interesting. He Opens with the lines, “Shut, up principal.” And continued to speak about balloons and Cannibalism.
Later when I asked him why he did it so rashly he gave “Three reasons: I only Had time to Kill,” and “Mr. Dean has this Downbeat speech pattern that I simply couldn’t stand to suffer,” and… “People like to go to Bazaars for a reason.”
At one point I saw Dennis attempt to hurl himself through and Beyond a plate glass section of door.
Shortly after They Tackled him and harassed as to his Rationale he merely sat at his desk gazing off or at me.
People Described him as unstable and unsafe.
A lot of un-s. Unreliable, unconsciencetious, unbalanced, unpredictable, untrustworthy, unstable, and volatile. The words sunk their way Down and with Long ordained hesitation I began to turn.
Now I realize the innocence of Dennis, then I found myself unaware… another un.
I became like him.
I See now.
I Had the chance to speak with him. To understand him. To stand by him.
Instead I took the Loads of crap that was spoon fed to me.
Perhaps from my short time on this Landmine of a school, I realized my inability to decide for myself. My eagerness to denounce Dennis and seek refuge in those who claimed to know best.
Though I still see Dennis as the youthful boy bearing an impish grin while standing there covered in Sticky golden honey in the middle of English.

“Think of me long enough to make a memory”

Description
Most Irregularly found in the auspicious year of my 11th grade, took the form of Dennis.
Always a Master of words and the lingual arts, he could take a typical discussion and re-work it to suit the tastes of the common folk, or the mentally ill.
He always seemed to exemplify the Modern-day metaphors. Perhaps so as not to steal form those who are more deserving of praise such as Poe or Luewright.
Case one: Once when during an assembly the principal, Mr. Dean, was speaking of having confidence when approaching the future. His voice monotous and not for a moment catching. Outaa nowhere Dennis speaks over the microphone from the tech. booth in the back, correcting his rhetoric to be more interesting. He Opens with the lines, “Shut, up principal.” And continued to speak about balloons and Cannibalism.
Later when I asked him why he did it so rashly he gave “Three reasons: I only Had time to Kill,” and “Mr. Dean has this Downbeat speech pattern that I simply couldn’t stand to suffer,” and… “People like to go to Bazaars for a reason.”
At one point I saw Dennis attempt to hurl himself through and Beyond a plate glass section of door.
Shortly after They Tackled him and harassed as to his Rationale he merely sat at his desk gazing off or at me.
People Described him as unstable and unsafe.
A lot of un-s. Unreliable, unconsciencetious, unbalanced, unpredictable, untrustworthy, unstable, and volatile. The words sunk their way Down and with Long ordained hesitation I began to turn.
Now I realize the innocence of Dennis, then I found myself unaware… another un.
I became like him.
I See now.
I Had the chance to speak with him. To understand him. To stand by him.
Instead I took the Loads of crap that was spoon fed to me.
Perhaps from my short time on this Landmine of a school, I realized my inability to decide for myself. My eagerness to denounce Dennis and seek refuge in those who claimed to know best.
Though I still see Dennis as the youthful boy bearing an impish grin while standing there covered in Sticky golden honey in the middle of English.

“Think of me long enough to make a memory”