Information, Prices, And Public Sales For Pine School Desk

8 March 2011

It is nothing fancy, a ‘made in China’ cheap coat rack but it does the job. I did put one in the garage to hook up the bike gear and it has proven sturdy so far. If you like the style, it is exactly as shown on the picture.

Hey book readers!! want to rate a passage from my book for me?
Okay thanks, and it may be a long read, okay it is a bit of a long read, but I hope you can sit through it an enjoy. This is the next part in my book, please do not steal it, I am just looking to get some reveiws for it, I don’t need some losers who can’t think of anything to steal my idea of a story. Thank you all!!Walking through the hallways I saw a few of my friends, and I waved as I passed them, wanting to check out the school and see how much it has changed in a year. I had a few new teachers I learned, Mrs. Regalnal, who seemed like an awful cow forced to teach, The new art teacher Ms. Rebecca Leamber, the Math teacher, Mr. Mark Withyer, and then the new music teachers, Ms. Daniela Daugt and Mr. Richard Carson. All of them seemed happy to be here, excluding Mrs. Regalnal, who “threw a hissy fit” when I attempted to greet her.Going to my homeroom, I sat down in my seat and hung my bag on the clip of the side of the desk. Sitting back I waited for school to start, sighing deeply. Everyone else was chatting away with their friends, but all of my friends were in another homeroom, much to my dismay. Looking towards the door I heard a loud bang and the class went silent. The door opened slightly and I could hear two voices. One of the students, who had been sitting on a desk, hopped off it and opened the door to let whoever was behind it in. Several students started laughing, four girls and two guys. I didn’t understand what was so funny about someone carrying about several hundred books in his arms, about to drop them all. “Hey, class,” he said from behind the tower of novels in his arms. Dropping them on his desk he brushed his hands together as the kid who opened the door walked back to his seat quietly, yet again, sitting on top of the desk. “Well since today is the first day of school, I want to have everyone of you to Pine School desk stand and Introduce your self. I’ll go first to give you an example,” he said bravely. “My name is Richard Carson, and I teach music along with Ms. Daugt. I’ll be your homeroom teacher throughout the year.” He sat down at the large pine desk that was his, and waved his hand at the first person in the row to go. Continuing down the rows as everyone introduced themselves, it stopped at the boy who had opened the door. “My name is Jackie, Jackie McCarther, I’m taking music this year, along with art and I don’t tend to do much. Don’t mess with me, I won’t mess with you. That’s all you got to know,” he said, in a monotone voice, loud enough to hear but not to loud. He had nice sandy-blonde hair, and a deep set of brown eyes, he reminded me of someone, I don’t know why, but I could’ve sworn I’ve seen him before. After three more people it stopped at me. “Well, my name is Raine Teanerdon, I take music, art, dance, and am in the poetry club. I work at a small café every day after school, and I live alone with my brother. I don’t talk much but once I can trust you enough, I am a very loud and outgoing person.” I sat down in my seat after standing up, a few kids looking at one another nervously, whispering to each other things I couldn’t hear. It was probably about my mom, being in a small town like this one, old news is still new when nothing else exciting happens for awhile. The teacher smiled slightly, I guess happy I am interested in the arts, just like he did when every other student mentioned whither or not they were into performing, drawing, or playing an instrument.Mr. Carson stood up slowly, and clapped his hands together to get our attention. “Okay, students. I have a few projects I would like to work on throughout the school year,” he said as sighs of annoyance were released from the mouths of several students. “Hey, hey, they aren’t that bad. All I want to do is have a few events for all of the classes to compete in against each other,” he said, ripping off some paper that was covering a blackboard. Grabbing a piece of bright blue chalk he began to write. Number one is a sports festival! Where we can all compete to see who the best class is when it comes down to anything sports related,” he said excitingly as a few boys in the back cheered and high-fived each other. “The next one is an overall arts festival; this one is for those of you such as Jackie and Raine, who are somewhat into the arts. We would have the band playing, a few art exhibits and a major dance competition.” A lot of people smiled and a few girls started discussing some dance routines or drawings that they would want to do. “And then the last one is a school fundraiser, but not just any fundraiser,” he said as a few kids looked at him bored, everyone knows fundraisers aren’t fun.“How would it be any more different than a normal one?” one kid in the back questioned. He had his feet up on the desk and his chair tipped back.“How will it be different?” Mr. Carson repeated, “It will be different because we will decorate the entire school, each classroom wilIt cut off at the end, ill add it owill decorate the entire school, each classroom will have a different theme. And they can be like mazes, or candy shops, even a few scary ones, like thriller ones.” A few girls in the back gasped happily and started talking again. “So, then, can we make this a really good year?” he asked happily, ready to send us off to first period. “Yeah!!” A whole bunch of kids cheered, as I only just smiled really happy but not happy enough to throw a few punches in the air like some were doing. Just then the bell rang, and everyone grabbed their stuff, heading out the door.” It really is going to be a good year,” I thought to myself, “defiantly one of surprises.
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