I have to make this brief like Hanes.

People sure know how to rock the casbah so early in the morning. We got this Monday party started with me getting got for cheating (although I wasn't the one who was copying, i was getting copied). But that was okay. I really didn't mind. Who cares about chemistry anyways? I mean, I only want to be a chemist. It didn't really disturb me though, surprisingly. So sitting there for that transitory time, I felt like a Nazi; shameful in the eyes of God. Though, I really would reconsider calling Mrs. Turner's eyes those of God's since well, to put it mindly, she's kinda retarded (okay, that's enough. i'm being cruel, i'll stop) ...anyways...so i sat there and i made up a little story:

There once was a duck named Georgio. Georgio was Canadian, so it's perfectly safe if you call him "Georgio the Canuck Duck". Anyways, one day he was flying...

That's as far as I got. She let us do the lab activity, thus stripping us of the shame and giving us forgiveness and making me not feel like a Nazi. Thank you Mrs. Turner for your kindness (what sarcasm!).

Then I get my test back in Calculus. Its a friggin 68 (C). I deserved it; I don't care.

Then as we walk to our last class we hear this two dumbasses behind us--so friggin loud, mind you--and their conversation went like this:

Stupid guy #1: Oh yeah and then he was like "Dude!" (geeky, nasal laugh)
Stupid guy #2: (geeky nasal laugh back)
SG#1: And then he was like "Sweet!" (another goddamn geeky, nasal laugh)
SG#2: (you know what he did)
SG#1: And he was like "Dude, what does it say?"

And blah blah blah, i think you know how it goes. Ah, sweet America! Take a look at your geeky nasal-laughing-youth! And I can't even imagine how sexy they'll be when they grow up.