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For all of you in my AP English class.
You get an A, even if you didn't do that assignment I issued due to that if you guys are in my class, you're competent enough to be here.
Now let's have a party to properly introduce ourselves, shall we? Your names are a good start. I may remember them.
AP English. [in session]
"Alright brats."
Masamune collapsed on at his chair without looking at his new students, still pissed that his escapade on his bike was stopped rudely by a mop to the face. He exhaled heavily which was followed by a sudden movement to slam his boots on the desk in front of him. Man, he wished that he could pummel the asshole who hit him, but no, he had his responsibilities to consider first. He let out an amplified tut before uttering the words, "this is so not cool."
He slowly opened his single eye to catch a glimpse of the kids he had to "guide" for the whole year, making an assessment of all of them and came to the conclusion that this can't be so bad. Hell, if they were in this class, they had to have a high aptitude for the subject anyway. That's just the way he liked it. He didn't want to be completely depended on, he was just there to pointt these kids in the right direction. They should be fine by themselves.
"Welcome to AP English. This is where you'll learn the rich and diverse language of English, yadda yadda. Lemme see....," he glanced down at the standard curriculum he was left on his desk. God, he had to follow this shit? "You will be able to read complex texts and...ugh, write rich prose...." That was it. He discarded the paper in the trash can before turning back to the class.
"All of you in AP English have got to write me whatever the hell you want. Just make it interesting. This way I can see what you're capable of. Anyone who fails to impress will be moved down to that Italian loser's class, got it? You won't have to follow this bullshit if you just listen to me. If you do that, this year will be aparty."
He nodded towards the stacks of lined paper that stood on the school desk and the very front, hinting for them to pick it up.
"Amaze me."
