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moonsheen...because you know he totally did it.
Class that day saw some changes:
“…”
“Ok. Look. Ishikawa-sensei is kinda out with a hangover—soooo, he called in the big guns. You can just call me Kurosaki-sensei for today!”
“…”
“And he’s Chad. So can anyone tell me what we’ve been working on here? Oh, right. Bad analysis of English literature, picking shit to death ok, ok I gotcha—what do you think Chad?”
“…overdone.”
“…yeah, I agree. See, class? We’re not gonna do that anymore. See. I know there’s finals looming on the distance, and we all want to get those done and on with our cushy lives, yeah? Except you, and you, and I know you smoke up in the bathrooms but yanno, don’t make everyone knowing that stop you or anything—there’s been a change in curriculum.”
“Small one.”
“Very small.”
“Miniscule.”
“Very miniscule.”
“Tell them.”
“Okay! …for the last half of this school year, you are not required to read anything. You are not required to write anything. You are not required to know massive algebraic formula. You are not required to say ‘I have a pen’ in English. You are not—that too much?”
“Too much.”
“…right. For your final exams you will be required to battle to the death.”
“…"
“…don’t all get up at once.”
…at which point, a door opened. Ishikawa-sensei walked in, wiping his high, bald forehead with carefully folded handkerchief: “Please sit down, today we’re going to go on with—Sado. Kurosaki. This means you as well.”
Class that day saw some changes:
“…”
“Ok. Look. Ishikawa-sensei is kinda out with a hangover—soooo, he called in the big guns. You can just call me Kurosaki-sensei for today!”
“…”
“And he’s Chad. So can anyone tell me what we’ve been working on here? Oh, right. Bad analysis of English literature, picking shit to death ok, ok I gotcha—what do you think Chad?”
“…overdone.”
“…yeah, I agree. See, class? We’re not gonna do that anymore. See. I know there’s finals looming on the distance, and we all want to get those done and on with our cushy lives, yeah? Except you, and you, and I know you smoke up in the bathrooms but yanno, don’t make everyone knowing that stop you or anything—there’s been a change in curriculum.”
“Small one.”
“Very small.”
“Miniscule.”
“Very miniscule.”
“Tell them.”
“Okay! …for the last half of this school year, you are not required to read anything. You are not required to write anything. You are not required to know massive algebraic formula. You are not required to say ‘I have a pen’ in English. You are not—that too much?”
“Too much.”
“…right. For your final exams you will be required to battle to the death.”
“…"
“…don’t all get up at once.”
…at which point, a door opened. Ishikawa-sensei walked in, wiping his high, bald forehead with carefully folded handkerchief: “Please sit down, today we’re going to go on with—Sado. Kurosaki. This means you as well.”
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Date: 2005-09-26 04:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-26 05:04 pm (UTC)*totters off to cackle*
*again with the laughing out loud*
Date: 2005-09-26 05:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-26 05:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-26 07:08 pm (UTC)I am totally dead from awesome, wut.
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Date: 2005-09-26 08:16 pm (UTC)*realizes mere words can not express the awesomeness that is them!!!*
*throws out lots of exclamation points to distract from this comment's general lack of content!!!!!!!!*
*re-lurks*
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Date: 2005-09-26 10:39 pm (UTC)No one is better than you at writing fic that conveys exactly why Ichigo is one of my favorite main characters -- one of my favorite characters, period -- of all time.
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Date: 2005-09-26 10:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-27 05:10 pm (UTC)So. Much. Love.