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I fucking hate myself. I'm such a disappointment. Don't look for me on the football field.

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Yeah, my grandma got the call from the office, so she called me (I had been--oh my god--graduation shopping with my uncle, so I had to drive home right away from San Juan Capistrano) and we went to see my counselor, who said things coul still be changed if the teacher would submit any. We went to talk to him, he didn't buy any of it. He confirmed the numbers one and two you mentioned, and said that he wouldn't change it because there are others in the same boat that I am and he doesn't want to hold a double standard. As far as I know, no one else is failing IB Lit. Nevertheless, I wrote him a letter and e-mailed any possible late work, but I'm not holding my breath because I'm liable to suffocate. Oh yes, he's a callous bastard, better believe it.

Oh and did I mention John had Butera at Saddleback last semester? And that he paid me to do the grand majority of his essays? And that he passed? I'm really wishing I never learned the term "irony".

Call me any time or I'll call or text or AIM, whatever. Thanks

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I tried your phone a couple times tonight, but I couldn't even get to a place where I could leave a message. I'm generally always on IM, though. And if you don't have reliable internets, I know your email, and if you don't know mine, I have a gmail that works, backofmycaddy (at) gmail dot com. All else fails, you have my number :) See you tomorrow <3