By Joshua Levy
I want to play, let me in, let me in, I can score. It’s not like it’s the end of the world that I am not passing two classes. Just because I didn’t study enough doesn’t mean I don’t know enough. Go ahead ask me anything about it. I’ll tell you all the facts, big ones, small ones, trivial ones, important ones, and the facts in between. Oh, this is so not cool. At least they let me put on the uniform. I am still a part of this team even though I am here. On the bench. Warming it up. With the fans behind me. Screaming for my team. Watching my team get beat, and oh man, they are getting beat pretty bad. Its not like they would do any better even if I was playing. Well, that’s not true. I know how to put points on the board. And everybody else here knows it. Even our mascot is sad to see me on the bench. My parents aren’t thrilled that I am on the bench because of my grades, but well, like I said, I still know my facts. I can keep it all straight. Oh look, now we are losing really bad. This is awful. Put me in, can’t you just put me in for a few? Until I score a little, just to get us back in the game. Oh, I didn’t think so, but thought I would ask anyway. It’s only two classes. I can fix that up and I can play at the next game. I am going to tutoring tomorrow, and that will help me, not like I need the help because like I told you, I know my facts. Hey, that was a foul! Come on coach, you have to argue that one. Oh right, I am on the bench, and I can’t even get them to call a foul. It’s okay, I’ll get my grades back to normal and you’ll see. I’m on the bench now, but next week I’ll be there playing and we’ll be winning.