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Ok so this was the first thing I wrote, and when someone informed me that it was actually pretty good. Didn't belive 'em.
But now I'm starting to be more confident.

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Another one coming today.
Just another week.
Come on guys, be quiet. It’ll be worth it.
She walks in. Just another one, they’re all the same. Short, pudgy, long straight hair and a cheery and oblivious face.
“Bonjour!”
“Bonjour!” we all eagerly reply in unison.
“This class looks promising!” proclaims the new teacher heartily.
I muffle a laugh.
“Well I am Mrs. Primrose, so let’s start off by going around and introducing ourselves!”
Ugh. We go through this EVERY time.
“Bonjour, Je m’appele David.” I say professionally
“Well nice to meet you David!”
We finish introducing ourselves and Mrs “Primrose” starts handing out papers.
“This will be today work, it is very easy and I will even walk you through it!”
This will be all the sweeter.
As the end of the day comes, the teacher compliments on how well behaved we are, and even hands out penny candies! Wow. I almost feel bad. Almost.
We walk into the class the next day, sitting in different seats.
“Wait, didn’t you sit – and didn’t you--?” questions the teacher.
“No...” replies Cody, the kid behind me.
So she gets straight to the lesson.
“And the hyphen over the E makes a...”
I watch the perfectly constructed paper airplane delicately float on the air, to promptly crash into the teacher.
“What is- Who threw this?”
I hear Nicole giggle.
“Well don’t let it happen again” says Mrs. Primrose while she turns back to the chalkboard.
Just another little fold...
I throw the plane across the room.
By the end of the day, the room is filled with paper airplanes.

Judgement Day. Final Verdict. The Day of Reckoning. Wednesday.
We come into the class loud and raucously laughing. We toss our winter clothes near the hooks, and our bags on the ground. We slouch into our chairs.
“So today’s lesson will be-“
“TAKE THIS!” yells James as he punches Chris.
“DON’T PUNCH ME OR I’LL CUT YOUR THROAT!” retaliates Chris.
“Now now children”
I stand up and throw my textbook across the room.
One by one everyone stands up and a mosh pit starts.
“Children... CHILDREN!”
“You be quiet missy, or ill cut your throat too!”
The class’s noise level rises as she starts to tear up.
Insults fly.
“You’re a horrible teacher!”
“Nobody likes you, or French!”
“You stink!”
They continue as she swiftly leaves the classroom, while bawling her eyes out.
Mission Complete.

Another one coming today.
Just another week.
Come on guys, be quiet. It’s always worth it.
She walks in. Just another one , they’re all the same. Short, pudgy, long straight hair and a cheery with an oblivious face.
“Bonjour!”