Don't be sad for the song. It is a good song. It would be sad if you were sad for it. So everyone cheer up! It will be okay. Someday there'll be happiness in Nottingham.
I don't remember the poem/songs. I wish that we could do them now because I would be a lot better at them. I try and block all memories of me and Mrs. Harrison. Don't you remember when me and Michelle had to eat at Stage West with her and Mr. Burke? It was creepy.
I tried to debunk the poetry unit by writting very crazy poems. She didn't like that, but I was making a point that poetry is subjective. I told her that she didn't understand my "art". She didn't like that.
Seriously I have blocked all memories of Mrs. Harrison from my mind. Really English 20 and 30 are more of a blur than anything.
I remember watching some crapped up movie, and I remember trying to read The Great Gatsby, but falling asleep. And that Marlyssa was the favorite in that class, I got to be one of the favourites by association to Marz.
I really just missed English with Mr Addley. He would tell us stories of the fire tower, and Marilyn Zorn had such a crush on him. Plus we would always sing the whole score to Fiddler on the Roof.
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That's so sad!
Don't be sad for the song. It is a good song. It would be sad if you were sad for it. So everyone cheer up! It will be okay. Someday there'll be happiness in Nottingham.
Sorry Marz,
I don't remember the poem/songs. I wish that we could do them now because I would be a lot better at them. I try and block all memories of me and Mrs. Harrison. Don't you remember when me and Michelle had to eat at Stage West with her and Mr. Burke? It was creepy.
Mrs. Harrison is a tramp.
Mr. Burke???? what!??!!?!? ewwww!
I tried to debunk the poetry unit by writting very crazy poems. She didn't like that, but I was making a point that poetry is subjective. I told her that she didn't understand my "art". She didn't like that.
That's about all I have to say about that.
Seriously I have blocked all memories of Mrs. Harrison from my mind. Really English 20 and 30 are more of a blur than anything.
I remember watching some crapped up movie, and I remember trying to read The Great Gatsby, but falling asleep. And that Marlyssa was the favorite in that class, I got to be one of the favourites by association to Marz.
I really just missed English with Mr Addley. He would tell us stories of the fire tower, and Marilyn Zorn had such a crush on him. Plus we would always sing the whole score to Fiddler on the Roof.
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