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Sunday, March 27, 2005


   School....
My school is terrble. I hate to complain, but let's just say if, by some frwak of nature that hate-filled old dump were to burn to ashes, I'd celebrate all night and long into the morning. I direly wish that, even if only for a day, I weren't always smarter than my teachers. I had to difine a verse in my poem for my Engish teacher. What kind of person who went to collage can't understand "Cumulus of rose" (a.k.a "clouds of pink)!?! The cafiteria food is so vile, my friends and I are concerned about it slithering off our trays! Every day, someone finds a hair in their food. And every day, the cafeteria lady tells them to eat around it. No wonder everone leaves the cafeteria hungry....
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