In 6th grade I got bored in math class, so my friend sat across the room from me. Our math teacher was walking up and down the rows, our seats were set up like
this-> | . | (the dot is the teacher) So when ever the teacher turned his back we would throw little peices of paper, or make a weird face. (No one pays us any mind, and the teacher thinks I'm the perfect student.... boy, was he ever wrong)
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