Upon The Arrival Of The New Student

Dear New Student,
You arrived in my class
And decided to pass
On the work that was set
For the rest of them and yet
You decide it's beneath you
Which, probably, is true
But not in the way
You laugh and say
"Errr, I dont think so".

Ok, New Student,
I'll lay this down clear,
In case you didn't hear
The instructions I gave
About the way to behave
In my class.

You do NOT answer back
You do NOT crack
Any wise jokes for the joy
Of the boy
Sat next to you.
You do NOT take your phone
Out of it's home;
Your pocket, where it belongs.
You do NOT chat
Or flit like a gnat
Around my room
Or ELSE your doom
Will be fast approaching.
If you want to belong,
Then dont be wrong,
Be right.
And behave.

Well, New Student
I've got news that seems prudent
To tell you, for your sake
That if you continue to take
The piss out of me
Then, New Student,
You will learn the definition of detention
In all its forms.

For you are the New Student.
And this is MY Classroom.

The Inevitable Loss.

The Charger.

There it is, ladies and gentlemen,
The lump of plastic that sits by your bedside,
Apathetically, grudgingly, lazily making its pitiful existence
An absolute
NECESSITY.

If one could deal without a charger, well!
Life would certainly not be the same.
Laptops, Mobiles, iPods, iPads, PSPs, DSi (soon to be taken over by the 3DS),
Would they exist?

Would we exist?

For when we find that this irritating NECESSITY of modern life goes missing...

Apocalypse, End Of The World, the whole POINT of EXISTENCE seems bleak and terrifying.

How will we cope without the charger? We need the charger,
It completes our purpose in life,
Keeping up with the metaphorical, or perhaps literal (depending on your geographical neighbourhood location) Joneses.

How do you expect me to keep in contact with people?
Write a letter?
How do you expect me to do my work?
Use a pen?
What about leisure? Surely you cannot expect me to play my games if I dont have my Colour 3DSPLite?
Play snap.

But I am not so forward thinking and independent from technology.
I can only go on, blindly dependent on the item,
The item that ALWAYS manages to lose itself.

Oh woe is me.