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 Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 5:45 pm
domokun Die St-Antoine, you cheap-a** sinister school mad
Ahem, right today was my last day of Secondary 3 and it was death-defying.
Should I start a story? Why the hell not? I suffered and I want pity and others to suffer:
Quickly, I felt shivers down my spine as I realized I left the window open and a reunion of chipmunks sipped the morning dew off the nearby withered grass that crowded my window. It was official: The Last Day of School.
I jumped, then tripped over my blanket with glee for the last day. It was true. My torment of these past 180 days have come to the final trials called exams. I felt armed, prepared with pencils, erasers and a spanking in case I felt the desperation of abandoning in the middle of these sinister trials.
I dashed up onto the yellow carrier vessel that I have been droned to wait for each and every school-day. Other gathered aboard this moving prison with exhaustion written all over their stingy faces. Many other grades had a at-home study day, so the prized back-seats remained open to the public. No one had the audacity to venture past the 3rd last bench, my piercing glare would otherwise strike any moving limbs of their's that had boldness written upon them.
Upon arriving at school, I was bombarded by hugs and pictures. Beneath my feet, I dragged those who would (suprisingly) miss me these next 3 months of endless pleasure under the sun without the worries of education.
The first trial commeneced. French grammar exam. 5% of the end of the year. I saw the light of the tunnell approach with me with great speed as I convinced myself that it would be only a small hurdle since it was worth as much as the lint in my pocket.
170 questions, 18 pages, 2 scantron sheets for our answers. gonk
Without hesitation, I loaded my gun and prepared for a feat I couldn't shove away. Quickly, I stretched with a few new vocabulary words to express my frustration towards such a long exam. Papers flew by, but time continued to tick slowly.
Alreay I was at number... 20. crying Why must me suffer. Insanity began to stain my shirt as I dozed off into only what I could remember now as a blur.
Number 100. Number 100? My eyes blinked and windened. I even asked my teacher if I could get a prescription for some glasses with realistic lenses. She didn't quite understand nor appreciate my sarcasm. Nonetheless, I frolicked through the end of the exam.
~Commercial~
The last Exam... English Exam rolleyes At my school, english exam is 3rd grade english. So it was a breeze for me. Finally the ministry of education in Quebec had upgraded their exams from listening to a scratchy cassette to a flismy disc biggrin . I was overjoyed 'till the voices began to mumble and grumble about idiotic topics that made me roll my eyes so much, paramedics could only diagnose it as a volontary seisure. To end, we had to write a draft copy of 100 words about how music influenced us and then a final copy. I slapped the question upon my teacher wondering if I could just do a final copy and skip the tidious draft.
A devilish grin creeped between her lips and as she gave out a roar of orders and told me I'd lose points if I didn't write a draft copy.
I wasn't pleased... so I doodled a draft copy. It was abstract since I enjoy doing abstract art and as my final copy I wrote:
Instead of wasting your time and keeping you from reaching the edge between boredom and death. I'll just write something false and easy. Let me just remind you that I would have rather bite my tongue and drown in my own blood than continue any further in this exam. This exam has truly wasted my time and all efforts to attempt to educate me.
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And that's where it ends xD Not my greatest works, but I wrote it on the fly :3
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 5:51 pm
Cussing is bad talk2hand
I still have two exams to go.. On two separate days gonk
Physics... And Economics >.>
Why is the least important exam always on the last day, but still is the one that needs the most study? o.O
Liked your story, and again, I find someone younger than meh... They're everywhere! xd
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 6:14 pm
We're pratically the same age rofl
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 6:21 pm
[insert his second last paragraph here]
rofl Did you really write that on?
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 6:35 pm
OMG true, but you're only in Sec.3?
I'm in Cegep next year >.>
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 8:23 pm
Angel_Fantasy [insert his second last paragraph here]
rofl Did you really write that on? I've thrashed the teacher with superior english skills throughout the school year, this is nothing xD Zankostu: I did my 6th grade twice and my secondary 3 twice
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 1:15 am
So, Xeroxer, the next time I have a paper due that I don't wanna do... ninja
j00 r teh good writer, forealz.
XD When you say, "the fly", are you talking about that magical notebook with a special pen? rofl Or is it Canadian slang for somethin' else?
Happy summer.
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