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If I was to throw this, would you care? :: Tuesday, November 18, 2003 :: So today was fairly noneventful. Photo was boring, as usual...Honors A was a class meant for people who actually want to pursue acting as a career (Not me) and so it was boring...Physics was a bit of a mess for the first thirty minutes because the class and teacher had to decide the best way to teach the material since we have no teacher and chances are, we won't have a teacher for a long loooooong time. Which is why most of us really want Sean Walder to teach us because that way we might stand a chance of passing the AP Exam. The way things are going now, we are fucked. Not just screwed, that's too weak of a word...we are FUCKED. Ideas ranged from Sean teaching to Sean and Simon teaching to Simon's dad volunteering.
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