Canada? CANADA? Damn You Geography..., chapter 1
"Mr Wright please sit down. MR WRIGHT-"Our goegraphy teacher yelled at Tre who was running about stealing plastic spoons.
Well hi. I'm Billie Joe and unfortunately we have to go to Canada for our high school trip. Oh the joy.
"This sure is gonna be fun"Mike sighed sarcastically.
I think he was gonna go mad without his bass for like 2 whole weeks.
"Billie. Billie. You'll never guess what?" Tre screamed in my face
"Uh, what now?"
"I ate a spoon! Hehe you should try it." He smiled and walked away
Mike shook his head and him and myself made our way to the plane.
"CLASS, KEEP TOGRTHER FOR GODS SAKE... MR WRIGHT COME BACK," No wonder our teacher is loosing his hair.. Its all that yellin' at Tre.
"Hi Michael"Some girl said as she went past
He shrugged and got to a seat.
Ok, heres the 411. Me and the rest of the class are going to Ontario for our trip. To some little town called Napanee. And guess what? Guess. We have to get taken on a tour of Napanee distric secondary school. What a load of shit. I mean, no one cares how Canada runs their high schools.
Me and Mike sat and made up stories about how our plane could "accidently" blast into oblivion just as we took off or if we got "lost". But sad as it is, our plane made it to Ontario and thats where I'm sitting right now. Writing this shit to you.
Ooooooooh. Ok so, I'm still writing but we're on a bus. God, diaries are so useful. Anyway its about an hours drive to Napanee so that hour is gonna be a long one, especially cause Mike`s cranky and Tre is hyper, but when is he not? Well I sat and wrote some songs on the plane so later at our hotel ill tell them to Mike and Tre and we'll come up with some music.
"Mr Armstrong?"
"Yes, what?" I replied
"For the 9th time. You are supposed to say 'here' or 'present'"My teacher, Mr Sanchez, glared
"Alrighty. Present." I said in my snooty voice and shut my eyes.
*Tre wrote*:
Hey! I'm Frank Edwin Wright III but that kinda sucks so my friend Laurence Livermore gave me another name. Tre Cool. That means Very Cool for those of you that have no idea even what the word french means. Billie`s asleep and Mike is avoiding me.. I have no idea why though. Oh well, ooooooh Canada! I wanna see a moose! Or maybe a mongoose! Or maybe.. Um... AN ELDERLY CITIZEN CROSSING THE ROAD! That cracks me up every time but Bill and Mike just give me a weird look and then ignore me. Ok so, I'm a drummer. I'm supposed to act like a spaz.. Its all that poundin' and bangin' and 'BOOM' and 'CRASH' and 'OUCH'. The ouch comes from when I occasionally throw drumsticks and they are always strangely directed at Mike. Oh. Billie Joe is waking up. Gotta go.
*Back to Billie*:
Was Tre writing in here again? Damn him. Shitty blargh, we're almost at Napanee district secondary school. Its so gay though, I mean about going on a tour of a school. Oh gotta go, Mr sanchez says ive to stop writing in this and leave me bags on the bus. Byeeeeee
*Enough journal writing for now and on to actual events*
We stepped inside to look for a music teacher called Miss Withers, cause she was taking over the Principal cause he was in Cuba, jacking off.
We stepped into a large hall to see a girl on a stage playing some 50's rock and roll on a les paul guitar.
"Very good Emmur. I know its not your style but just keep trying." A woman said
"But Miss Withers. Cant I just use my own stuff?" She asked putting the guitar down
"No. Principal Meyers said 50's rock and you like punk rock. Difference." She said and turned round "Eddy! How are you? Long time no see."
Mr Sanchez walked over to her and hugged her "Sheila! I'm good. How's Charlie?"
"Oh, he's good. He's in Cuba though. Lucky bas-"
"Ahem, Miss Withers can I go now?"
"Yes Emmur. Well done."
She jumped down off the stage and walked over to us.
"So. You're the guys from Pinole Valley High?" She said
"Oh yeah... CANADA!" Tre yelled
"Uhhmm.. Thats nice. So, I'm Emmur by the way."
"I'm Billie Joe, Thats Mike and that there is Tre"I said pointing at Tre who was wearing an"I <3 Canada" hat that he bought at the airport.
She raised her eyebrow and walked away out of the door.
"Where are you going?" Miss withers shouted at her
"Home.. I'm finished here as far as I'm concerned. Adios amigos"She said over her shoulder and walked out of the side exit
"C'mon.. Lets follow"Mike said and followed
Well hi. I'm Billie Joe and unfortunately we have to go to Canada for our high school trip. Oh the joy.
"This sure is gonna be fun"Mike sighed sarcastically.
I think he was gonna go mad without his bass for like 2 whole weeks.
"Billie. Billie. You'll never guess what?" Tre screamed in my face
"Uh, what now?"
"I ate a spoon! Hehe you should try it." He smiled and walked away
Mike shook his head and him and myself made our way to the plane.
"CLASS, KEEP TOGRTHER FOR GODS SAKE... MR WRIGHT COME BACK," No wonder our teacher is loosing his hair.. Its all that yellin' at Tre.
"Hi Michael"Some girl said as she went past
He shrugged and got to a seat.
Ok, heres the 411. Me and the rest of the class are going to Ontario for our trip. To some little town called Napanee. And guess what? Guess. We have to get taken on a tour of Napanee distric secondary school. What a load of shit. I mean, no one cares how Canada runs their high schools.
Me and Mike sat and made up stories about how our plane could "accidently" blast into oblivion just as we took off or if we got "lost". But sad as it is, our plane made it to Ontario and thats where I'm sitting right now. Writing this shit to you.
Ooooooooh. Ok so, I'm still writing but we're on a bus. God, diaries are so useful. Anyway its about an hours drive to Napanee so that hour is gonna be a long one, especially cause Mike`s cranky and Tre is hyper, but when is he not? Well I sat and wrote some songs on the plane so later at our hotel ill tell them to Mike and Tre and we'll come up with some music.
"Mr Armstrong?"
"Yes, what?" I replied
"For the 9th time. You are supposed to say 'here' or 'present'"My teacher, Mr Sanchez, glared
"Alrighty. Present." I said in my snooty voice and shut my eyes.
*Tre wrote*:
Hey! I'm Frank Edwin Wright III but that kinda sucks so my friend Laurence Livermore gave me another name. Tre Cool. That means Very Cool for those of you that have no idea even what the word french means. Billie`s asleep and Mike is avoiding me.. I have no idea why though. Oh well, ooooooh Canada! I wanna see a moose! Or maybe a mongoose! Or maybe.. Um... AN ELDERLY CITIZEN CROSSING THE ROAD! That cracks me up every time but Bill and Mike just give me a weird look and then ignore me. Ok so, I'm a drummer. I'm supposed to act like a spaz.. Its all that poundin' and bangin' and 'BOOM' and 'CRASH' and 'OUCH'. The ouch comes from when I occasionally throw drumsticks and they are always strangely directed at Mike. Oh. Billie Joe is waking up. Gotta go.
*Back to Billie*:
Was Tre writing in here again? Damn him. Shitty blargh, we're almost at Napanee district secondary school. Its so gay though, I mean about going on a tour of a school. Oh gotta go, Mr sanchez says ive to stop writing in this and leave me bags on the bus. Byeeeeee
*Enough journal writing for now and on to actual events*
We stepped inside to look for a music teacher called Miss Withers, cause she was taking over the Principal cause he was in Cuba, jacking off.
We stepped into a large hall to see a girl on a stage playing some 50's rock and roll on a les paul guitar.
"Very good Emmur. I know its not your style but just keep trying." A woman said
"But Miss Withers. Cant I just use my own stuff?" She asked putting the guitar down
"No. Principal Meyers said 50's rock and you like punk rock. Difference." She said and turned round "Eddy! How are you? Long time no see."
Mr Sanchez walked over to her and hugged her "Sheila! I'm good. How's Charlie?"
"Oh, he's good. He's in Cuba though. Lucky bas-"
"Ahem, Miss Withers can I go now?"
"Yes Emmur. Well done."
She jumped down off the stage and walked over to us.
"So. You're the guys from Pinole Valley High?" She said
"Oh yeah... CANADA!" Tre yelled
"Uhhmm.. Thats nice. So, I'm Emmur by the way."
"I'm Billie Joe, Thats Mike and that there is Tre"I said pointing at Tre who was wearing an"I <3 Canada" hat that he bought at the airport.
She raised her eyebrow and walked away out of the door.
"Where are you going?" Miss withers shouted at her
"Home.. I'm finished here as far as I'm concerned. Adios amigos"She said over her shoulder and walked out of the side exit
"C'mon.. Lets follow"Mike said and followed
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