Tick tock
Tick tock tick, the teacher drones on mindlessly about something you will never use and is irrelavent to your life. All they care about is that you pass the big test. They don't care if you actually learn something. Just fill in the bubbles and make them look good. Stare at the clock and wait to go to the next mind numbing session of monotany. Tick tock tick!
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