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I have come to the grand conclusion that I dislike my new classes. In one I have to deal with a teacher who looks like that Muffy (that might not be her name) character from Arthur (the tom boy one that was Arthurs friend), in another I uncomfortably and awkwardly sit while being stared at by the king of heart laceration, in the next we sit around playing games requiring the IQ of 1st grader, and finially wrap up the day with lessons in algebra by an acedemic cheerleader. Lets dance.