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The class all watched in anticipation. It was team Better Than Them Vs. team Better Than Better Than Them. Both were up against each other in one final, glorious battle to succeed with superior francophone skills. I of course, failed my mission. Having not studied the French words for "next to" I sent our beloved team, Better Than Them, to a certain death. Or at least humiliation in front of Ms. Bednarz.
After that glorious saga, came the moment of truth; the time of calorie consumption. As I sat at my table with my energy supply in front of me, fair Amanda and my sidekick of identical name, Abby (quite possibly my doppelganger) approached beneath the heavenly light of the royal and far away land, Cafeteria.
After the dining, I proceeded to the world in which all times past and present, come forth into one land ruled over by the magnificent Mr. Hood, world-famous time traveler and messenger of war (as well as politics, industrialization and more recently, Nazism).
Having survived Mr. Hood’s lectures of intoxication, I arrived at the strange and pungent chemical dump where chlorine binds with iodine, and pennies consist of, contrary to popular belief, more than copper. Here we were presented by the god "Mr. Diaz" with a boxed show depicting the adventure of fictional humanoids into the center of planet Earth. This phenomenon is known as "movie" and this event is called "The Core".
Finally, I would reach the moment of climax. The planet of English tongue, ruled over by the queen, Ms.Sorgent, who (as her flying monkeys) had us put on a Shakespearean play for her amusement. It was a terrifying sight. Humans became lions, moons, and even worse, walls. The horror would soon be over however. Like a song from the heavens, a bell rang and the prisoners of Tracy High were at last, free.
Translation: My day at school today. Dramatized.
What, did the Chinese write that too? Using a really bad translator?
Scanned from the morning newspaper for your viewing displeasure.
Iv'e got nothing to post today. So behold: