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10.04.2002 Wednesday night @ 9:08 p.m. *A perfect example of a typical Econs lesson* I am blank. There is nothing in my mind. I try to think of something to write but it's a tedious process suddenly. I don't even know what I'm writing now. A whole lotta crap at most but then who's reading? I'm gonna make you suffer big time. Fat B: What is the (some unintelligeble question) blah blah blah? (looks around for potential victims while they look elsewhere and pretend to be busy) Suhaila?
Me : Ah...(gets up slowly with a fully-concentrated face to show deep in thought while the heart is cursing in all the beautiful vocabulary) I think it is... (some crap that doesn't even come close to the answer) blah blah blah. Fat B: (peers at victim with cocked-up eyes) Hm...are you sure? Me : Er...no? (uncertainty and fear creep in) Fat B: And why not? (tone starts to become dangerous to indicate finding fault on purpose) Me : (...and the sound of silence) I hate Econs. Which is why I flunked it.
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