Sometime in the late fall semester of 2003 at school an event occurred that must not go unrecorded. It happened in English 111. The paper we were about to write was on contrast. The comparison of careers, where to live, and to have a cat or dog were appropriate. However there was a special student, with red hair and a lack of interests that stood apart in the class. Afterwards while I attempted to study in the library these words took hold leaving me in tears and all alone laughing aloud.
THE OLD NINJA TURTLES AND THE NEW NINJA TURTLES
This remark is absolutely kicking the shit out of my side. Mrs. Hard-on (Herndon) kicks it up a notch inflicting major damage on my fellow student’s intellect. She offered him no option, but to crumble up like an old beer can in a garbage disposal. The orangutan found life frigid and harsh, as her wicked rhetoric blasted him into space. Cry not, for the split second demolition crushed him before his weak mind had a chance to analyze the information. This abuse was originally intended to put into perspective the proper response to her question. Simplicity and creativity took hold of the orangutan revealing his inner child. “Come, come and see,” she implemented without saying the words and then inquired, “ are you planning to become a ninja turtle soon?“ As the class convulsed and reveled in the disturbing discovery. A reality made itself crystal clear in my mind. How could we be so cruel, in finding a soft spot then gouging it repetitively with glee.
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