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 scratch oncemore to mark the end of my donnish morning, and the beginning of my lunchperiod. After paying my one dollar for a small chromatic vita-pup slush drink anda strawberry fruit roll-up, I would experience my place at the usual lunch table. Thenext forty-five proceedings were always used as an escape from the labor andfrustration of the academic world. Whether my time was spent playing bass inthe band room, or spent engaging myself in conversation with my close friends, Inever let schoolwork, tests, or quizzes interfere with this opportunity to letmy mind transmit school for a few moments.     Meanwhile, just a couple of tables apart sat Chris. Just as religiouslyas I relaxed during the period, Chris would be diligently working. Chris and Idid not have much in common, just one thing we did share was our Algebra II classthat followed the lunch period. virtually days Chris would still be studying while Iwas on the way come to the fore of the cafeteria. One day in particular, the bell that tagthe end of the lunch period had just rung, and I was heading out for Ms.Henyons math class. I saw up ahead of me, Chris frantically flipping through with(predicate)his Algebraic Concepts text book. I approached Chris and asked "Did we haveany homework we were suppositious 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 chosen to neglectfulness it.Whichever it was, I never study for tests and quizzes. "Yeah, Ive beenstudying for it all period. I canvass last night too, so I should be prettygood," Chris added.     "Oh, wellspring thats a surprise guess it slipped my mind," I responded.With time marching on I gave Chris a "see ya there," and went on m y way.     Two days went by and the test results were in. "Henyon" marched downthe rows of desks and slapped the quizzes down on our desks like death spillagejudgement on us little students. At least thats how soberly 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. Good business line Mike."     Chris had spent hours and hours working to come out on top of me and the