[Quote of the post] If you think it's daylight robbery, then come buy it tonight!
[Song of the post] Dancing Queen - ABBA
My class stinks. It's not smelly, no. It's attitude stinks.
Here's a good example: Yesterday, I needed some volunteers for today's Charity Bazaar to help man the stall and stuff. And who volunteered? No one. Only after some persuasion did Gid and Loius volunteer. You'd think, in a class of 28, at least one person will have nothing on on a Saturday afternoon and will be willing to sacrifice two hours of their time to help their class chairman, but noooo...
You'd think being class chairman would be a great job, one-in-a-lifetime experience. But try being class chair when no-one in class listens to you, it takes ten mintes to quiten them down, and half the time they're not listening to you at all. What fun. Why elect me as class chair if you don't listen to me at all? Or is that your intention? You know that I don't get angry or violent easily so you can continue to make noise and run around class without me bringing out whips or nuclear missiles or stuff like that? Selfish @!#&!CENSORED!%@*
*As with all generalizations, there are of course exceptions. So if you're reading this but you know that you're good and nice in class then don't take it to heart. Sorry.*
Charity Bazaar today was great. Gid kept up aggresive sales and we managed to sell all our cards. *Thanks Gid and Loius for coming down. Thanks to Daniel, Henry and Josh for helping.*
OK Gotta go now. Stupid computer is slowing down. @$!*$%@$! again.
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