
It's a room like any other class room. A plethora of posters engraved with german terms. Desks set up in neat rows between which children wander commenting on each others work. Just kidding, it's this disorganised state of being like air molecules, that can only be found in high school. Now while everyone sits at their computers screaming their "space race" scores across the classroom somehow managing to make sense of their words through the chaos I sit here trying to rid my sore throat with cough drop remedy.
8:29 Logging off next class is Latin. If we have a test I'm screwed. Royally.
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