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In the seventh grade, I had to read Stephen Crane's The Red Badge of Courage.
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| Getting shot while wandering around in clouds of blue and grey smoke is very noble! | |
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| Dude? You were high. I'd rather be shot than have to read this shit. | |
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In the tenth grade, I had to read William Golding's Lord of the Flies.
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| Why do the other kids keep saying "sucks to your asmar, bollocks to your rules"? We need to work together to get off this island! | |
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| You remind me of Jeff Probst. Except that he always lives to the rescue. | |
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In college, I wrote term papers for other students, always for classes I didn't take on subjects I knew nothing about. They received high marks. High school proved teachers don't read term papers.
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| I got a 100% on my social work thesis for Mr. Nygaard! Thanks Mushy! | |
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| I got a 95% on the comparison paper between Egypt and Mesopotamia. I owe you, Mushy! | |
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