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| 4/12/05 Here due to popular demand. That is me wanting it here and not caring about what you think. |
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| Origin: Started as mirsread paper, ended in this story after joking much. |
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| When you first heard it and be honest did you think he was going to say something vulgar after f? To replay, refresh page. |
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| Continuation: I went to the principal who was in no way a pal to me. He said there was no way to prove it was that teacher. I showed him the signature and he said, "that won't hold up in court." I said, "yes it will, I saw it on Court TV." He replied that there was nothing he could do and he called the teacher and put him on speaker phone. "Do you remember writing anything bad about any students on their paper's," he asked. "Oh, no I love everyone," she said "wait, there is that one kid (me) who really get's on my nerves. He is likes this class too much and he won't seem to leave it." "I'm sorry," said the principal, "but there is nothing I can do, you'll have to ignore it." Well, I tried to ignore it, but it's something you can't miss, the teacher would constantly spell out bad things about me in the notes. Things that started out like, "I hate him," but eventually she would even put things like, "there is a bomb under his desk," and "run for your lives he has a gun." I was very frustrated by this, but I couldn't do anything there was only a week of class left. Later that night, I heard the sound of eggs hitting my window (some hard-boiled that broke the glass and was a small mess to clean up later with my shoes on) and I looked out the window to see the teacher doing doughnuts on my lawn with a Hummer. Apparently she had brought military friends who shot up my house and shot flames at it. All I could say is that I hoped my shrubs would be okay, but they were burnt to a crisp. I wanted to get him back, but if I were to write anything like that I would be harmed in school by the retards who enforce the rules so I guess the story will have to end here. That is unless you know me and have my email address (which is provided by this website). If you have that, I'll send you the story, just make the subject "schoolstory" and type how much you liked this part in the content. |
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