Room 1-119 just can't seem to get full enough for Shaman Sexson. He starts out the term by inviting a bunch of Muses into the classroom and what do they do? They start chaos!
Every Morning at nine O'clock i walk into to see Erato's fingers playing with the heat murmuring to herself "hot, hot, its needs to be hotter in here.......eooowh," while the whole time she's wearing an atrocious yellow polka-dot bikini! Shaman Sexson never even looks at her!
Erato's much better than Clio though, who just sits on the wall all day looking older by the minute; whisps of gray chalk that could only possibly be the remainder of what used to be hair (thats if she ever had any to start with). The funny thing is that Shaman Sexson won't even touch her. He's always sending up students to scratch and scribble all about her.
Than theirs Urania hanigng from the ceiling, tucked deep inside the folds of the roll-up screen. Everyday I come to class hoping that someone doesn't pull the screen down and there's Urania mooning us. It's enough to make you wan't to miss class isn't it!
And stop picking on Thalia, Shaman Sexson. Everyday we walk into class you already have put her in the corner seated in the quiet desk; the whole time she's laughing like a hysterically crazed person. Shaman Sexson just walks about the front of the class ignoring her for the most part, except for every once in a while you point at her and say QUIET! It's a little rude.
Polyhymnia Keeps standing next to Thalia. One hand atop Thalia's crazed head, the other atop the projector while the whole time she's humming hymns which aren't even audible over the wailing next to her. I cannot even understand how anyone can pay any attention during this class.
Which leads me to a question, why is terpsichore the size of thumbelina? Why is she dancing on the desk in constant ballet circles to Polyhymina's hymns? What is this world coming to?
Than their's Calliope guised as a bulletin board holding up two of her sisters in an attempt to show how "she's the boss". What a masochist. Yet their she is holding on to the wall while Euterpe for no good reason poses as a snowman, hoping against reality that polyhymnia will stop signing gospel and start singing christmas tunes.
Crazy Melpomene always trying to be the tragic and misunderstood hangs on the wall as a gaint double f leaning upon each other while Mel Gibson eats a pomegranite considering what new great Dramatic film he can unleash upon the world; made even more crazy by the fact taht both Melpomene and Euterpe pinned themselves with tacks to Calliope.
Shaman Sexson you sure are a master of the absurd.
There's enough memorial notes for you.
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