All I Want Is Some Chicken During Block

Snack has been a very important of block english for a good portion of the year. As a class we determine whose turn it is to bring in snack, and then verbally abuse that person on the day that he or she was supposed to bring snack because they forgot. Most of the time people forget to bring in snack which usually ends up with connor collecting money to buy pizza, usually from pizza hut. If I were any other kid then i would be happy with ordering pizza, but i’m not. For some odd reason i don’t like eating pizza that comes from a big delivery chain such as dominos and pizza hut. I used to like that pizza, but somehow i stopped enjoying it. It started to make me feel sick after I ate it. I enjoy eating pizza from smaller chains like little caesars, and I like pizza from small family owned places, but I don't like pizza from a big chain. Ordering pizza during blocks makes me feel left out because I cannot experience the joy that my classmates are experiencing when they bite down on a hot slice of pizza. My lack of love for pizza from big chains does not mean that those chains do not sell something that I enjoy eating. Some Pizza huts have what is called a wingstreet. That is just some fancy brand that is basically an expansion to pizza hut’s wing selection. If a pizza hut has a wing street then i'm buying. Domino's offers a boneless chicken option that goes great with their hot dipping sauce. Both chains also offer breadsticks and man can i put away an order of breadsticks. If you are wondering where exactly I am going with this blog entry then I will tell you. I would very much enjoy it if just once, we could order one thing on the menu that I could eat, so that I could experience the joy that my classmates feel when we walk into block every friday. I would pay for it. I have suggested this idea in the past, but the people who are in control of ordering the pizza either do not hear me, or they laugh when they hear my argument. My argument is a damn good one. I can see it as one of those commercials with the dogs or the poor kids with the sad music playing and that one famous person who isn't really that famous saying “For just two quarters, you could bring a child in need hope. Your donation will help buy Trice some chicken wings from dominos, or some breadsticks from pizza hut.”. And every time that commercial would play, people would cry and feel so bad that they would donate $20 to help me buy something other than pizza so I could experience happiness. I truly hope that whoever is reading this understands my pain. I would describe my pain as worse than having a loved one being viciously raped and murdered by an escaped mental patient. I am also making a shout out to Mr. Yee, who is sometimes in charge of ordering the pizza. Here it is:

Dear Mr. Yee,

My name is Trice Crawford and I am a student in your D period english class. I am 16 years old and I live in Alexandria, VA. I want to ask you to please let me order something other than pizza when the class orders pizza. My mommy told me that if you did not allow me to order something other than pizza, she would lock me in a closet for the entire weekend without food.

From,

Trice

P.S. I lied about the mommy thing

P.S.S. how come everytime I call macbeth crazy in class you say that he is not.

Please let me order some chicken.