"I hate to ask this, because it makes me look like I care, but do you think you could maybe review some stuff with me? I kinda need to pass this test."
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"I hate to ask this, because it makes me look like I care, but do you think you could maybe review some stuff with me? I kinda need to pass this test."
Get to know each other. That was some brainiac’s big plan. Have everyone stand up from their desk and say a little bit. With a very obvious sigh she begrudgingly took her turn. “My name is Mel. I don’t want to be here and for the past five minutes I’ve been watching the groundskeeper try to bash a gopher’s head in with a rake. Persistent little guy isn’t going down without a fight.”
{Okay. Will do my best to be on tomorrow, but I can't make any promises. I'm sorry I haven't been able to do much. But for anyone in the Grandview Academy verse, please come talk to me so we can plot!}
"T'is class is bullshit and I don't like it."
"What do you want? I'm busy."
"I wasn't making out with him. I fell on him. Into the janitor's closet. With my mouth."
Her skirts slightly shorter than allowed, and she's taking every chance she can to rebel against the rules--and to have a little fun. Dropping her pencil, she bends to pick it up--giving the person behind her an ample view. "Oops. I'm all kinds of clumsy today."