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We started the first day of our senior year on a bad note, Shed had left the building (SHEEEEEEEEEEED!!!!!!). Shed, if you're wondering, is the three-hundred year old Chemistry teacher that should have retired about 1835. Anyway, getting on to what I originally wanted to talk about, school began yesterday on August 31. and I must admit it wasn't really that bad. All things considered, school was almost enjoyable. Well, maybe that is a little, well, wrong? For a start, I have a pot-bellied man who speaks in a pixie voice for economics (that was courtesy of a good yet mentally challenged friend named Erin.) There are approximately 500 freshman that walk so slow that a fucking grandma could beat them with a walker. Not to mention their bookbags could easily claim a limb if the situation ever presented itself. Anyway, I just wanted to write this little story to tell the world how much I despise school and how pathetic Kittanning High School really can be. I truly hope I have a relatively enjoyable year and that Amy doesn't become emotionally scarred from all the teasing as a result from a serious mistake from the past. Auf Wiedersehen!!!
Hitler
P.S. I need to make mention of a woman named 3C (once again, courtesy of Erin.) Erin wanted me to say something about her so I did.
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