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Hi dear girls, Friday, September 22, 2006
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moment I have two hours sitting at a computer doing nothing. And I have to stay here an hour and a half. With that, I give half credit of free choice.
- Stop! Stop! What is credit?
- A credit is a thing of the banks used to lend money to people who already have money, and then returns more money than was paid, and so banks have more money to lend to people who have money. And to give us a crappy euro a year to those who do not have. In addition, a credit is 10 hours of class (in theory).
- Ok, so what is the free choice?
- Free choice is something that some men were invented for college we are not a closed minded and have lots of culture and know something about fish (for example) and other useful things to play trivial. Because if not, we obcecarĂamos with our career and not know more things, and when you play Trivial always the same color and we would only have a quesito. Of course, like everything invented gentlemen, the theory is very nice, but when it is practically never works. Free choice is anything that has nothing to do with your career: do a course on literature and give you free choice credits. You go to a lecture on opera, and give you free choice credits. Do a course of tambourine ... and also give you free choice credits.
- Okay, it still counts.
- really not much more. Anyway, I'm here for four hours doing nothing to give me half credit, and as yesterday was another four hours, give me a full credit for me alone. My job is to ... I have not really clear. I'm here watching that nothing happens rarely. If there is something wrong, notify the head teacher. And if someone does not know how the system shifts to sign up for lab, I explain (but it's so simple that everyone knows.) If someone asks me something, I say I do not know and ask the head teacher. And say hello when someone comes in and "goodbye" when he leaves. In other words: I am an officer.
addition, I have a partner. When I knew I was playing with a girl, like with all my heart that was her. And as I have good luck, I knew it would be her. And it was her. Right now the hair is touched and it is driving me crazy. Her green eyes keep you swimming in his eyes always on the verge of drowning. I can only escape the net of her eyes when she smiles and I remain engrossed watching your perfect smile. And I called a gum. Luckily I have not, because as opposed him chewing yes gum I was going to be a good time watching her stupid face. And maybe not as pretty, but it's always fun to write these things when you can catch. Because she is less than a meter from me, focused on their practices nosequé, pretending not to exist. And here I am, looking for hidden and writing about it.
An hour ago I ate an apple.
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