Heilners beneath The Wheel And Me :: essays research papers

Heilners "Beneath the Wheel" and Me     As it did every school day of my junior year, 1112 AM had come oncemore to mark the end of my academic morning, and the solution of my dejeunerperiod. After paying my one dollar for a down in the mouth cherry vita-pup slush drink anda strawberry fruit roll-up, I would take my place at the usual lunch table. Thenext xlv minutes were always used as an escape from the labor and defeat of the academic world. Whether my time was spent playing bass inthe lot room, or spent engaging myself in conversation with my close friends, Inever let schoolwork, tests, or quizzes interfere with this opportunity to letmy header leave school for a few moments.     Meanwhile, just a couple on of tables away sat Chris. Just as religiouslyas I relaxed during the period, Chris would be diligently working. Chris and Idid not have much in common, but one thing we did share was our Algebra II classthat followed the lu nch period. Most geezerhood Chris would still be studying while Iwas on the way out of the cafeteria. One day in particular, the buzzer that marksthe end of the lunch period had just rung, and I was question out for Ms.Henyons math class. I saw up ahead of me, Chris deadly flipping throughhis Algebraic Concepts text book. I approached Chris and asked "Did we haveany readying we were supposed to do?"     "All we had to do was study for the test today," Chris replied. Asusual, I had forgotten another quiz either that I had elect to neglect it.Whichever it was, I never study for tests and quizzes. "Yeah, Ive beenstudying for it all period. I studied last night too, so I should be delightfulgood," Chris added.     "Oh, well thats a surprise guess it slipped my mind," I responded.With time marchland on I gave Chris a "see ya there," and went on my way.     Two days went by and the te st results were in. "Henyon" marched downthe rows of desks and slapped the quizzes down on our desks like remnant passingjudgement on us little students. At least(prenominal) thats how seriously some people tookit. The usual aftermath of "What did you gets?" and "How did you dos?"inevitably followed.     "How did you do?" Chris asked in a concerned tone, as if studying meantpassing.     "93, A-. How did you do?"     "95, A. beloved job Mike."     Chris had spent hours and hours working to come out on trespass of me and the