Mr. T was my CC teacher this year.
What's that?
Cultural connections. He taught all the dumb stuff like reduce reuse recycle and bullying and how to break someone's nose if someone touches you. Bullying is such a waste of time. It's all everybody talks about. We have like 3 hour assemblies about it every week. No joke. And reduce reuse recycle took over our school- our school colors are blue and yellow, but our yearbook was green because of reduce reuse recycle. Mr. T has chihuauas that are 34 years old. They wear diapers. He's happy, if you know what I mean. He has an album on iTunes called "When the Thunder Comes." I'm not kidding.
Is he nice?
No. He's really mean.
Is that a prison?
Yep.
My principle is in prison.
Why?
I can't talk about it. It's inappropriate.
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