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Alias: ...i fear broken bones if i post it on this page. Freshmen year, first period. I got off that big cheese wagon of a buss, and tried to find my first period room. I was scared. When i finally figured out the map i had gotten, i made way to first period. I go to my class, and took note of the A-bomb airbrushed on to his wall, and the zillions of signitures written all over. All of use clumsy freshmen sat there waiting for our teacher. The Bell had rung, no teacher. The announcments were read, no teacher... a good ten minutes passed until an enromous man with a thundering voice came into the room. How scared was I! Global I becamd a favorite class my freshmen year. Now i have Mr. Carl, as a Senior... and the debates and arguments just keep coming on, and on.. and on. Oh Mr. Carl! Favorite Quote: "I think God looks like a 19 year old black woman that stands 7 feet tall." --i don't know how to convay this point very well, but I'll try... if you disagree with what Mr. Carl said, then how could you? What God may be to one person, to another could be something very very different. Is God a man? Is 'He' a woman? Is He black? Is He white? Is He? What a student said the second Mr. Carl steped into the class room and started talking: "Waaaaait a sec; where's Mr. Carl, and what have you done with him!?!" |