twisted by C. Faber Demarius
Friday, October 22, 2004
On an ungraded quiz given in class.
Teacher: What is the difference between heat and temperature.
Student: Yes.
1 Comments:
Anonymous said...
i think that was me. Go me in 7th grade. why am i looking at 2 year old shit? Im reminiscing actually, about 7th grade, i put blink 182 on, its that bad . . . actually, i like blink 182, they get shit too much. FUCK ALL OF YOU. ive decided that if there is a god, hes gotta be too cool to make us pray. so im not going to. i like short sentences. I remember, in 7th grade, i was the king of the worl, and Nick Merrill was my queen. we talked about neat shit, and science was awesome. Nick would wisper stuff to me, and id crack up, i pulled a B- in science. go figure. we all owned because we were in middle school, and we were turning into teens and shit, and we were becoming people with real attributes, we were defining ourselves. I was awesome and im not afraid to admit it. I used to be friends with gabby groth, but then i touched her boob (while blindfolded) and we havn't talked since. life is funny. coincidences and randomness are the essence thereof, and people take if forgranted. what if i had gone to brentwood? lets say, lets just say, what if i had gotten in? would i be the same? i sure wouldnt be writing this. i wouldnt know about Nick or Serena or, god forbid, i wouldnt know about evan or max, i suspect, had i gone to b-wood, i would be a completely different person, those key early teenage years where we become ourselves would have been different. i wouldnt have turned out this cool. i just realized im typing a REALLY long comment on a REALLY old topic. welcome to my train of thought. or lack thereof. I hope the next 2 years are as good as the last. i just realized this was posted in 8th grade. it wasnt me. sorry. but hey, look what came of my sucking at dates and math, you all get to see me think. and i still hope that the next 2 years are as good as the last 2 were, and that we all grow and develop into cooler, nicer, better people. hey everybody, ROCK ON, GO KICK ASS, life is short, enjoy it.
1 Comments:
i think that was me. Go me in 7th grade. why am i looking at 2 year old shit? Im reminiscing actually, about 7th grade, i put blink 182 on, its that bad . . . actually, i like blink 182, they get shit too much. FUCK ALL OF YOU. ive decided that if there is a god, hes gotta be too cool to make us pray. so im not going to. i like short sentences. I remember, in 7th grade, i was the king of the worl, and Nick Merrill was my queen. we talked about neat shit, and science was awesome. Nick would wisper stuff to me, and id crack up, i pulled a B- in science. go figure. we all owned because we were in middle school, and we were turning into teens and shit, and we were becoming people with real attributes, we were defining ourselves. I was awesome and im not afraid to admit it. I used to be friends with gabby groth, but then i touched her boob (while blindfolded) and we havn't talked since. life is funny. coincidences and randomness are the essence thereof, and people take if forgranted. what if i had gone to brentwood? lets say, lets just say, what if i had gotten in? would i be the same? i sure wouldnt be writing this. i wouldnt know about Nick or Serena or, god forbid, i wouldnt know about evan or max, i suspect, had i gone to b-wood, i would be a completely different person, those key early teenage years where we become ourselves would have been different. i wouldnt have turned out this cool. i just realized im typing a REALLY long comment on a REALLY old topic. welcome to my train of thought. or lack thereof. I hope the next 2 years are as good as the last. i just realized this was posted in 8th grade. it wasnt me. sorry. but hey, look what came of my sucking at dates and math, you all get to see me think. and i still hope that the next 2 years are as good as the last 2 were, and that we all grow and develop into cooler, nicer, better people. hey everybody, ROCK ON, GO KICK ASS, life is short, enjoy it.
--JOn HAile
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