Sadly, not only was Girl #2 not in attendance today, but she no longer takes our wonderful teacher's class.

However, due to this, I have switched to third hour Advanced Technology with a completely different gang mentality. The experience is similiar to moving from New York to California, and expecting the same types of gangs, racism, weather, etc. but it turns out to be something completely unknown.

In any case, members of the self proclaimed "Brown Apocalypse" blatently refuse to work the ways of the Pagnani, referring to his syllabus as a list of "bitch work". To this, our fair teacher calmly replied to various comments of pure hatred and then did something we never would have anticipated he do.
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He yelled back. Not only did he yell back but he said that, yes, yes this is bitch work and we are all his bitches that are going to do his bitchwork.

At this point, there really was nothing left to lose, but the Pagnani feared incoming unemployment so he began a tale about his fear of working at pizza hut and having a delivery boy show him the world of opiates he can inject into his arm.

Well, due to severe carpel tunnel syndrom in this authors left wrist, this blog must end prematurely.

Thank you and goodnight.