My first assignment for my ensemble class is to prepare a ten-minute one-man performance about my life. At first I was excited, and then I realized how completely forgettable my life has been. I figured I need something to refresh my memory. So I visited my old Xanga.
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Your xanga was hilarious.
After doing nothing but correcting grammatical mistakes and staring at the screen for more than half the period, Ms. Cardino comes over to me and says, "I'm worried about you." Well, TAN MY HIDE. Worried over little old me?? I wondered what this could mean. Genuine concern that she had failed me as a teacher? An addlepated presentation of pity? Or just a few words of obligation?
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