School
School. A word that is cherished by some, and dreaded by others. Pencils tapping on wooden desks. Some are about to strain their necks. Others studying. Others crying. Love their teacher. Some would rather listen to the preacher. School is fun. School is dumb. It's what you make of it, that determines its amount of fun.
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