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time for an unnecessary long and annoyingly wordy rant... yes, I know you've all been looking forward to this.
School only seems to get longer as each day goes by. And the period that goes by slowest (not just in a literal sense,) is second period--homeroom. The 7 extra minutes seem to magically quadruple. Dear God, what did I do to deserve Fife second period? I admit that I lack a certain faith in some people, but that's with the exception of teachers. They're teachers. I love learning so for teachers I can normally reserve, at the least, a minimum amount of respect out of obligation if absolutely nothing about them strikes me as appealing. The amount of respect I have for her is roughly equivalent to the lint built up in my back pocket. She foils the whole loving-things-because-we-hate-them theory that Kushy and I were discussing. She acts like a dictator. She can't pronounce words that people with her credentials shouldn't have to think twice about. She can't spell. She can't remember the names of characters from literay works she's been teaching since God know's when. She manages to overuse the phrase "you know what" within five minutes, and executes it in such a manner so displeasing that I'm compelled to violently bang my head on my desk till all memory of her and that high nasally voice are completely erased. She's nothing more than a kill-joy. My contempt for her is on a swift and steady increase towards no limits. And if it was humanly possible for me to adequately describe to you, within a nice short paragraph, the vivid passion with which I dislike her; you would too.
So hi, my name is Hannah and I'm president of the Anti-Fife Club. Wanna join?
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yeah I need to vent so much into such a little space I think I overdid it...
but...
Other than that my day's been normal.
Merxy 01: were so cool 8-)
Learn To Spel: yeah we are 8-)
oh yeah. Kushy and I are just too cool for school, yo.
