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High School Epic Poem
To me it was all just one giant blur.
Year after year.
Day after day.
All blended together like a bad espresso from McDonald.
I never had a true favorite class.
I never had a class to single out as my worst.
I cannot even say that my second year math class was my favorite or worse.
in that class.
Compared to the other classes of today,
it wasn't that different.
The students in that class were little brats, like in most classes they are.
They were the reason I preyed for ...