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Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Mrs. Avery is a Biatch

So we get on the bus this afternoon, and Mrs. Avery (our bus driver, who is old as dirt and needs to hurry up and retire or die- preferably the latter) was just in an absolutely horrible mood. So does she do the responsible thing- what I do- and keep it to herself, to blog about it later?


[[Probably because she doesn't know how to use a computer.]]

Anyways, she starts complaining to us about how the bus is just so dirty, and how it's all our fault, and she's going to make us clean it up tomorrow. Like, pass around a trash bag and pick crap up off the floor of the bus.

My first thought: "Uhm, no. This woman is not making me do this."

Tomorrow, I am going to refuse to do it. I don't care if she kicks me off- that just means I get to go to Sonic after school when Amy picks me up, just like she did for Taylor when he got kicked off. Meh. I'll be sure to update with the big news of what will happen when I refuse...

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