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| when i was in the third grade, my teacher taught us yoga the point of this entry is to see how far i can actually type out as much as possible is there ever a limit who knows i mean really come on now | |
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| when i was in fourth grade our teacher would take us to field trips to the church lawns and give click pens to the same boy every week because he was her favorite becuase he was so good | |
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| our fifth grade teacher was a godsend because she was british and she took us to the winchester mystery house and mother's cookies. i couldnt go to mothers cookies because i faked a book report. | |
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| by sixth grade i had been moved to a supposed "better" school where i was hated by all my classmates except for a really fat kid and my nerdy friend jeremey and we both drew comics. | |
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| halfway through seventh grade i move from a liberal openminded school where our history teacher was on drugs and she brought in a rabbit every day for a week and drank at least 20 diet cokes a day. | |
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