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Written sometime the week before final exams my sophomore year in high school:
Hello April.
Roger's paper is great. What did you say you knew him as? I am in biology. Colonel Wallace will not let me play cards. I suppose that's fine; I'm a little carded out from last period's thirlling round of Mau. I played with William Munoz, Haley, Sarah Wood, Adam Hughes, and another band nerd named Jonathan, who you probably don't know. The additional rules eventually were: #3- Adam's testicles are the size of shriveled grapes; #8- Sarah is a stinky-puss grouchy-face; #4- Chris is a prick; and #5- William is a homophobe and Jonathan is a homosexual Mau-Nazi. It was a very amusing game. I misplayed something, then Jonathan called me on it, so I turned and said, "You son-of-a-bitch!" Unbeknownst to me at the time, the substitute was standing right behind me, and the others had a jolly laugh at my expense. Argh. This room is cold. We're not allowed to talk. I feel suppressed. Oh yeah, I had a fun battle with The Big Dumb Football Guy in geometry. He and Trey Smith were speaking vehemently about how they shouldn't have that rule where certain businesses must accept a set percentage of Hispanics, blacks, or other minorities. In their (Trey's and The Big Dumb Football Guy's) point of view, those jobs are being stolen from "white" people who are more qualified. 'Employers should be able to accept people who are qualified for the job.' I turned and tried to explain to these dimwits that, although the rule could sometimes be a disadvantage for some people, it was completely necessary, for the prime reason that their view was Communistic- great in theory, but impossible to practice due to human nature. Specifically, the nature of humans like Trey and The Big Dumb Football Guy. And I have to spend two whole hours with these idiots on Monday. Oi weh. What are you exempting? I am curious. I had to deliver something to the I. S. S. room, and that Ashley Byerly girl sulked down in her seat and gave me a good glaring. This is the Brigade girl who came after me for the essential reason that I didn't like her. Such hilarity. I overheard Sarah Drummond today: "Yeah, Morgan Bell got in a fight with [Erika Rodriquez] in eighth grade." As I do recall, the "fight" merely consisted of Erika punching Morgan and producing a lovely little black eye. I remember her doing that- I offered Erika money to sock the little mulecunt again. Heh-heh. So sleepy. I must go.
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