buwu and bear ann

The river is especially clear today. I splash down into it, sending water spraying into the bushes and forest. The cool mud seeps into my fur, but it feels nice with the warm sun. Today is Monday, which means I have to go to school. Fortunately for me, I'm a bear, so I can go to whichever classes I want. The counselors don't make me use the Internet to choose my classes because I am a bear and cannot use the Internet. I can only eat fish. I can also speak English, but why would I do that when I can just roar?

Anyways, I like going to high school, but I only go to two classes: English Language and Composition and Advanced Creative Writing. Even though I am a bear, I like to read. How do I read as a bear? Well, just like anyone else, except I read in the forest and have to make sure the pages don't get wet when I sit in the river. Last year, I took Calculus because I thought it would be fun, but it was not fun. Why would you ask me to find the rate that water is going into a tank? Is the tank full of salmon? If so, can I eat them instead of taking derivatives? I would very much like to eat some salmon.

Luckily this river has some fish, which is good for me. I catch some salmons and breams with my bear paws and chomp them down before barreling out of the forest towards school. I don't want to be late for class.

When I enter the English classroom (I am a little tall and have to make sure not to hit my head on the doorway) it is lunchtime and Mr. Griffin is sitting at his desk. I'm early for class, but it's okay since all of my favorite people go to the English classroom during lunch. I say hello to Mr. Griffin and draw a cat on the board. A cat, not a bear, despite what you might assume. I initially wanted to draw bears, but I thought that it might be intimidating to have many bears staring at the class during class time. Cats are small and very cute, so they are better to draw on the board than bears.

No one else is in the classroom yet, so I sit at my usual seat and rest my head on the desk that has a drawing of a griffin penciled onto it. I wish the drawing were of a bear, but I can only dream.

Then my bear friend Bear Ann comes in. She also has to make sure she does not hit her head on the doorway. We are both tall, and we both also like to eat fish. Bear Ann has some fish in a bag that she is carrying with her bear hands.

"Bear Ann! Hello! You have lunch today!" I say, but in roars.

"Yes! I have some fish today," Bear Ann replies, also with roars.

Bear Ann quickly gulps the fish down before pulling her computer out of her bag. "I have to finish this computer homework before 7:00 today," she tells me before clacking on the keys with her bear claws. Bear Ann is very smart and likes robots and making robots.

Other people come into the classroom during lunch but they are not bears, so I cannot roar at them. Soon class starts. I like to roar in class because I like making loud noises and thinking about philosophy. My non-bear friends are also very smart and have smart things to say about people who are not bears who lived a very long time ago.

School isn't as interesting as rolling around in dirt though, so let's cut to that. After school ends, I immediately head back to the forest and soak in the river. The sun is bright and hurts my eyes a little, but I can close them and feel content. The soft, gentle rustling of the tree branches and the melodies of the birds sing me to sleep. I sleep well, and when I wake up, I enjoy another delicious salmon meal. It's wonderful being a bear and living in the forest.