A Typical Day at Berkeley High

by Josh Richardson

   In this point in time in my life, I am at Berkeley High for most of the day. It is for that reason that I soak up all the goodness of the different things and people around me.     First period: The first class of the day, the class where everybody seems to come in late with a pastry in their hand, even though they know they were at school on time. The class that nobody really cares about, all they want to do is go back to sleep. It use to be kind of hard at first, but that was before World of Media came into my life. The easiest class that you will come across in your high school career. Movies, movies, movies that's  all there is, the good ones too. There is the occasional 2 page essay sprinkled in here and there, but don't get me wrong...they don't require any work or anything. Their da type of thing dat you can come to school a little early and type something off da top of yo head.   Third period: This class is probably the easiest proctoring class ever. All dat u need to do is put some books on da shelf, and check them out to people every now and then. And it helps to have the people in charge be on the border line of middle aged, and golden years. It sometimes makes me feel like Superman when I can do something dat they can't. The occasional English or History class will come in, and I have even more entertainment. The freshman just chase each other around the shelves...in turn receiving a mean look from their teacher along with the librarians. But uhh, yea...    Fifth period: im not even gon lie...dis class is alright. All Pop Culture consists of is watching TV from different time periods. Dats pretty freakin easy if you ask me. Now a days all I've been doin is goin to sleep. Some of dat stuff is just too boring. Its like watching golf, except wit less clapping.    Sixth period: So...I don't got no 6th period, so I was posted in front of the school. It was about 6 people over there havin a good ol' time, laughin and what-not. Then this janitor rode up on his bike. Bruh, you shoulda seen his teef and his kicks. Bruh, them shoes was poonded. They looked like some used toilet paper. Or like he just dug em' up. For his sake, I would hope that his 1st job is construction. Cuz if it isnt , he has some explainin to do,pronto. And don't get me started on his teef...they looked like he was on a strike from Colgate Total; like dental hygiene was against his religion or somethin. He had hecka brown stains on his teef like he was just snackin on some dirt. It was freakin hilarious. And the cold part about it was, he had no idea that we was roastin. He just smiled along wit us,revealing those treacherous teef even more. He needs some clorox bleach or somethin, cuz regular ol' toofpaste wouldn't do a thing for dem. What he needs to do is invest in a dental appointment...cuz man, there ain't no savin them. A reunion wit some toofpaste and a toofbrush was most definitely in order.  After School: So im sittin on Shattuck right, and this slightwate homeless, ultra grimy Dave Chappelle from The Nutty Professor lookin dude tried to roast. He had the audacity to say that I look like Roy Jones Jr. Im like maaaan... if this ol' I don't have a house ol' please feed me ol' combat boot wearin ol' aluminum can collectin ol' if I could only get one bite ol' dumpster divin lookin dude don't stop trynna roast. The audacity of some people.  So uhh, yea...I realize dat some of da stuff I talked about was slitewate outta pocket...but hey, it be like dat sometimes.