The following is a portion of my notes from my 3 hour long Special Education class:
There's nothing sexier than a girl who can spell well and knows her grammar rules.
"DAMN, that girl can really punctuate a sentence."
AND there's a lot more in my notebook. And if you can believe it, it's even worse than that. At least it's better than that one time I wrote down potential tweets and counted how many characters were in each one during my Film History class. One of them was about the Marriage Ref- if that's not scraping the bottom of the barrel then where did all the monkeys go?
The problem with these classes is that everyone that I'm friends with take it so seriously because it has to do with their "future" or some other lame excuse, so no one wants to by cynical and ironic with me at the back of the class. Maybe if I brought cigarettes and berets, but I'm pretty sure I can't pull off a beret because my French sucks. Hence, me writing jokes to myself.
In conclusion, school is boring.
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