VOL. XIX, NO. 3
OCTOBER 21, 1977
Study Hall Paranoia
BY STEVE VONDRAK
I'm sitting in L-106; I'm buried in my books.
A girl walks in with a green pass and everybody looks.
I say it's probably not for me but, much to my surprise,
The teacher's staring right at me and then I realize.
He must know I dumped that chair or cut out of a class.
I bet that teacher turned me in because I had no pass.
Waiting on that wooden bench I break out in a sweat,
I wonder how many dean's detentions I will get.
I walk into his office and say, "Howdy, Mr. Ben,
I'm really very sorry; and I won't do it again."
He says, "Wait a minute, my good friend, don't have a fit.
We simply found your ID. card. You left it in the pit."
As I leave his office, I think everything is O.K.
Until Mr. Ben says, "For cutting class you have two detentions today!"
I'm sitting in L-106; I'm buried in my books.
A girl walks in with a green pass and everybody looks.
I say it's probably not for me but, much to my surprise,
The teacher's staring right at me and then I realize.
He must know I dumped that chair or cut out of a class.
I bet that teacher turned me in because I had no pass.
Waiting on that wooden bench I break out in a sweat,
I wonder how many dean's detentions I will get.
I walk into his office and say, "Howdy, Mr. Ben,
I'm really very sorry; and I won't do it again."
He says, "Wait a minute, my good friend, don't have a fit.
We simply found your ID. card. You left it in the pit."
As I leave his office, I think everything is O.K.
Until Mr. Ben says, "For cutting class you have two detentions today!"