Honestly, like every single one of you, the very last thing I want to do is grind my brain against concrete, which is our current, unfortunate assignmen. Like every attempt by our old English teachers to make us love reading, this is backfiring. I really, really am beginning to hate writing.
Oddly enough....screw it, I'm out of ideas. There's nothing interesting to talk about. I hate this project, but, you know what? I think I hate you all more. So, I think I'll make this interesting by taking my metaphorical Ford F150 and proceeding to crush your beliefs like a limp cabbage wilting on the middle of a street on a hot summer day. This font is terribly dry.
The lovely part of this site is that it is unable to formely save any type of font whenever you press the enter key. The man next to me was typing about Teachers dying. I think it'd be much more interesting to talk about Teacher's dining. Laugh with me, ha, ha, wot wot, delicious wit, tea and crumpets. Puns aren't funny, I know.
Think about it carefully though. As a nation, we eat about as well as well...Americans, for lack of a better word. Let's assume there about say....500 teachers in the school. This is naturally wrong, but it gives my calculations some feel of not being pulled out the arse, although those are usually the most interesting types of calculations (i.e. The Pope's calculations that the Battle of Heaven consisted of exactly 1,333,333,000,000 "Bad" Angels, and 2,666,666,000,000 "Good" angels. I disgress, religion is for another time.) Continuing, let's say that what is true about the general populous is true of teachers; most of them therefore do not eat healthy.
I can tell already, this will go back to dead Teacher's. I'm sorry, Mrs. Rachwal, but it's going to happen one day, and better sooner than later. If we all die sooner, then we won't be able to see the fact that so few of our friends will actually come to our funeral. Also, if you die young enough, no matter how stupid you or your life was, there is a 90% chance that you will have a contest/day/movement/hockey team named after you, and all your gaping personal flaws will be ignored.
Essentially though, this means that Teachers are eating amazingly high-fat foods, which creates
Honestly, like every single one of you, the very last thing I want to do is grind my brain against concrete, which is our current, unfortunate assignmen. Like every attempt by our old English teachers to make us love reading, this is backfiring. I really, really am beginning to hate writing.
Oddly enough....screw it, I'm out of ideas. There's nothing interesting to talk about. I hate this project, but, you know what? I think I hate you all more. So, I think I'll make this interesting by taking my metaphorical Ford F150 and proceeding to crush your beliefs like a limp cabbage wilting on the middle of a street on a hot summer day. This font is terribly dry.
The lovely part of this site is that it is unable to formely save any type of font whenever you press the enter key. The man next to me was typing about Teachers dying. I think it'd be much more interesting to talk about Teacher's dining. Laugh with me, ha, ha, wot wot, delicious wit, tea and crumpets. Puns aren't funny, I know.
Think about it carefully though. As a nation, we eat about as well as well...Americans, for lack of a better word. Let's assume there about say....500 teachers in the school. This is naturally wrong, but it gives my calculations some feel of not being pulled out the arse, although those are usually the most interesting types of calculations (i.e. The Pope's calculations that the Battle of Heaven consisted of exactly 1,333,333,000,000 "Bad" Angels, and 2,666,666,000,000 "Good" angels. I disgress, religion is for another time.) Continuing, let's say that what is true about the general populous is true of teachers; most of them therefore do not eat healthy.
I can tell already, this will go back to dead Teacher's. I'm sorry, Mrs. Rachwal, but it's going to happen one day, and better sooner than later. If we all die sooner, then we won't be able to see the fact that so few of our friends will actually come to our funeral. Also, if you die young enough, no matter how stupid you or your life was, there is a 90% chance that you will have a contest/day/movement/hockey team named after you, and all your gaping personal flaws will be ignored.
Essentially though, this means that Teachers are eating amazingly high-fat foods, which creates