Mobius
Can't get enough of FH
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I don't get many of these, but today was quite great...allow me to set the scene for you!
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T'was a bright spring afternoon, and my class were discussing the finer delights of poetry. I, as usual, was sitting at the back of the class, alone, dressed like an idiot (with shit hair) asleep inside my jacket. A question was posed to the class, one which none could answer. The teacher posed this question to every student in the class, yet none knew the answer. He was about to reveal it when a girl (yes, that girl) mentioned to sir that I hadn't been asked my opinion (which wasn't a rarity)
This woke me up, and I was scared as I hadn't listened for the entire lesson. I slowly picked up the paper, perused the text in front of me, opened my mouth to mutter something inaudible when suddenly I began to ejaculate words like Shakespeare himself! I was Hardy, Chaucer, Tolkien and Emily Bronte wrapped in one!
The class were stunned, no one dare speak. Another girl uttered a sentence sounding like "wrong" to which the teacher erupted with a compliment aimed at me. Everyone stared at me in awe, words failing them. I slumped back into my chair, put my head in my jacket, and basked in my own glory.
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Well, doesn't sound that great...but it pleased me.
Does anyone have any other tales of there mundane lives which remind them of why they rule?
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T'was a bright spring afternoon, and my class were discussing the finer delights of poetry. I, as usual, was sitting at the back of the class, alone, dressed like an idiot (with shit hair) asleep inside my jacket. A question was posed to the class, one which none could answer. The teacher posed this question to every student in the class, yet none knew the answer. He was about to reveal it when a girl (yes, that girl) mentioned to sir that I hadn't been asked my opinion (which wasn't a rarity)
This woke me up, and I was scared as I hadn't listened for the entire lesson. I slowly picked up the paper, perused the text in front of me, opened my mouth to mutter something inaudible when suddenly I began to ejaculate words like Shakespeare himself! I was Hardy, Chaucer, Tolkien and Emily Bronte wrapped in one!
The class were stunned, no one dare speak. Another girl uttered a sentence sounding like "wrong" to which the teacher erupted with a compliment aimed at me. Everyone stared at me in awe, words failing them. I slumped back into my chair, put my head in my jacket, and basked in my own glory.
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Well, doesn't sound that great...but it pleased me.
Does anyone have any other tales of there mundane lives which remind them of why they rule?