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Hoy es domingo, octubre 08, 2006 todavía

Entrada nº 4: Artista

Hey teach!
I’ve got a question — what I mean is. . . it’s just. . . We come to class everyday it seems, we all fall asleep we’ve lost all our dreams, there is no inspiration. But when did we become this way, so disillusioned? So blasé? I can’t make the calculation. Can I borrow your TI-83?
Hey teach!
Have you thought for a while about the impact that you have on us?
Teach!
I think it’s high time that you tried to extend your learning on to us and reach! Are you with me classmates? YEAH.
What about that guy over there? Why aren’t you taking notes? Don’t you even care? This is your education. This girl sitting over here, she talks a lot in class but her thoughts are never really quite clear. So much mental masturbation.

But is it we....who are to blame??
Hey TEACH!!!!
All the professors in movies and TV, like “Dead Poets Society”, and they risk their very professions for the chance to be inspirations to kids like me!
Hey teach!
It’s no wonder why we’re here! You must think we only party and drink beer. But all we need is just one chance! To be treated as your equals and to dance. It’s no wonder why we’re here. You must think we only party and drink beer. I think it’s high time that you tried to extend your learning.. on.. to.. us.. and REACH! TEACH!

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