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(Note to Hun-e-b and Blueduke: make Michael read this! If he grinds his teeth, teaching isn't his thing.) Stuff I never want to hear again: I forgot my locker combination! Can I eat this in class? Do I need to write my name on this? Is it okay if I use this? (waving a fluorescent glitter gel pen) My pants won't go that high. Is my thong showing? Good. But if you read that note to my mom, she'll send me to (convent; military school; grandma's house; detention home). It's okay if I hit him; he's my brother. It's snowing again! If we hafta make up our snow day on Saturday, I ain't comin'. I didn't know we had to READ that book! So if I fail this semester, can I still get a A? But I hafta pass so I can play (sport name here). Why do I have to do homework now? (during study hall) Whose rubber is this? (holding up condom, mercifully still packaged) (A girl, loudly) I hafta go to the bathroom, 'cause my period just started. My nose is bleeding! I'm gonna hurl. My mom don't care what I do. I could go on, but you get the idea. |
 
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