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Get Him Fired!


I'm late, by two seconds

A detention? RELAX!

I raise my hand, I answer the question, I'm trying, I really am

LOOK AT ME when I speak, for what is a teacher who doesn't care about his students

The behavior you set upon us makes us hate you

I HATE YOU

A classroom that hates its educator is not a class

I see upon me, not an educator

A witch, Satan

He is the very devil himself

His neck twitches, and his veins swirl as he signs my detention slip

I hate him

I love school

I hate his class

I sign my letter

"Please fire him"

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