I'm arranging all my pencilsin a pattern on the tableand I'm putting all my papersin a pattern on the floor,so I'm certain that my teacherthinks I'm mentally unstableand I'm hoping that she won'tassign me homework anymore.But my teacher doesn't noticeand assigns me lots of reading,so instead I've started coloringmy fingers and my face.Now my plan to make her see meis undoubtedly succeedingand she probably believesthat I belong in outer space.Yet again she hasn't seen meacting dingy as a doorbellas I'm coloring my elbowsand my ankles and my knees,so I'm dancing like a dodoas I whistle and I warbleand she has to think I'm bonkersor my brain is made of cheese.Still she doesn't bat an eyelashas she gives me lots of writingand she doesn't even gigglewhen she's handing out the math.So although my little plan wasundeniably exciting,now I have to get my papersand go home and take a bath.