Dear Mrs. E,
We appreciate your efforts to introduce us to the wonderful world that is français, we really do. Sending us five pages worth of exercises in our cahier for homework is probably useful but until we discover just how spending two hours of my precious afternoon reading about Mr. Greenham getting lost in an airport in France is going to help us improve our french we're still going to complain.
Besides, haven't you noticed how lustfully Mr. Greenham looks a Marie. I mean, come on, that whole story about him having a wife and kids is just BS. I bet they're secretly having an affair or something.
Now look at what you've made me do. Your class bores me so much I find the need to create back stories of fictional characters. FICTIONAL! Well at least it's better than watching more Asterix videos. Seriously, they're not funny. And if your going to initiate private conversations through your headphones with me please refrain from saying my name in that creepy horror movie voice. It's freaking me out. It would be even nicer if you didn't just spy me. I'm not going to do naughty things on the school computer, even if there is a folder named porn on but that's another story.
And to sum things up, give up, we've discovered your secret. We know you have magical powers that make your classes longer. We can't have corrected five exercises in 10 minutes. That's impossible. We'd appreciate it if you stopped. Not even Latin seems to last that long and let me tell you, that class is useless.
With amour,
your loving éléves.
P.S. See, I do know french.
P.P.S You know those giggles you keep hearing? They would be mine. When I'm sleepy I act drunk so that's your own damn fault.
P.P.P.S That is all. For now.
The weather is still too cold for my liking and my feet are frozen. Thank you Mother Nature. Is this my punishment for wasting paper on silly doodles?
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