Jay, rep the Devere’s. Someone has to watch over the place while we are in class, right? Thanks bud. Aaron is havin’ a no-Lucozade day, but somehow toughs it out in class. Must beThe Will Power. Anyways, new teacher, and he suck the diesel. What better way does a Devere Scholars pass time…he writes raps in class. Chubby- sweaty teacher man, this one goes out to you. Email me at walden810@cox.net for the full rap, it is much too explicit for public viewing. In class today, the cougar asked a world-record 16 questions in 1 hour…really ma'am, is that necessary? I don’t even care what is happening in class, but I know for sure you are wasting my time. As I sit in class, Mr. Chunky asks me to take notes on his lecture…sorry man, nothing worth noting, you are showing YouTube reenactments of Joyce…figure it out. After the lecture, did Gabe come shake your hand? No? That means you are awful…which you are. Despite finding Good Times by Roll Deep on the internet, we had to cancel golf. Luckily, the pro-shop believed me when I said the 3rd member of our party was having a medical emergency. Aaron’s menstrual cramps subsided by the end of the night. Jay and I decided to be mildly studious today, we got our papers back from Robert. We got B’s…for Brilliant…obviously. We then went to the library to check out books. All of the books I needed were in the reserve for the reserves…can’t get them…o darn. We did successfully book a trip to Galway, despite not being invited to the UCC facebook group for Galway…hate us all you want non-Devere’s, we can deal, wolf-pack “frat boys” got it covered on their own. Today was the first day we got internet at Broke-field village, it was nice. We cooked dinner and I burned my meat…not a sex joke. We watched Monsters and Aliens…this is a new high…Hotel for Dogs…take the back seat. We then all sat in Aaron’s room and read Joyce…I read Sparknotes.com and felt fifty times more enlightened than a Liam lecture…sorry hairy, you really just don’t cut the mustard. But yes, re-read it, we did our assigned work…must have been roofied. Aaron and I proceeded for an hour of man-talk…reader, we talked about you, and you know who you are as you read this…it wasn’t all bad. In other news, more heavenly music bellowed from room 2. I wish I could have heard more (thick sarcasm). Aaron and I followed man-chat with YouTube videos…appropriate ones…duh. Dad, I went to bed and it was 57 degrees in my room…boom.
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