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oh. my. gawd.

English lessons quite commonly are funny, our teacher is so......so........pathetic. She's like Bridget Jones.

In this lesson, geez, this weirdo called jake wrote a poem. Dulcie who sits near him started freaking out.......shouting about 'errected peninses'.....jake was sent out.....miss loughran read the poem........we spent the rest of the class trying to get the poem, or get her to read it out. It was like a big pantomime, I can't explain it.....you had to be there.

At the end of the lesson, we persuaded her to read it (I already knew the jist of it, people around me had got it and I heard the mumblings). All I can say is, who would imagine those things and write about them!!...and that jake will be on the listed sex offenders when he's older (if he isn't already).

It was such a crappy poem, with each line rhyming clumsily after the other. Ah shitt....
'I wanted to hide
so I moved it to the side'
..... xd
'The teacher started to stare
she took me to her lair' eek
.....
'It went down
and the teacher frowned!!!???????'

gonk gonk gonk gonk gonk gonk gonk gonk
.........................poor miss loughran....