"Daphne and I got married on March 18th of nineteen sixty nine. I worked as a photographer. She was a stay at home wife. And we got divorced six months later."
What the fuck is this freak trying to do to!? God! Didn't I warn Sam enough this morning about what would happen to him if he ruined my presentation? Yes, I did. I warned him as much as I thought would be enough, and then twice as much as that.
I knew he'd be trouble. I foreshadowed it and everything!
Dumbasses like Sam Howell can never be trusted, which made me go to great lengths to get him to understand how important my grade is, and now he's doing it wrong! He just said...I don't remember what he said, it wasn't the right thing to say, that's all I need to know. He's going to ruin my project, and then all of my hard work will be for nothing.
What the fuck was I thinking when I agreed to work with a stoner? This is disgusting. Completely and totally disgusting and gross. And humiliating! People are going to think that I don't know what I'm doing just because he doesn't
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"No we didn't.""Actually, we did." I have no idea what this is going to do to my grade, but maybe if I make it sound good, Carmichael will buy some of it. I lie best under pressure, and this would count as at least a good amount of pressure, so I can get a pretty good performance out of myself
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Sam is screwing over his grade. I don't know why, but I know that isn't the story we had set for them. They definitely weren't supposed to end it in a divorce. Shit. This is bad. And if Daphne says anything to Carmichael about it, it'll go from bad to worse. He's strict with 'trust' issues. If he thinks Sam did something wrong, he'll take it out on his grade.
Damnit. We were doing so well with this. I can't understand where we went wrong. They had everything in order this morning, and I made sure that Sam wouldn't be nervous up there in the three minutes we had together before class. Everything seemed fine.
"Finally, about five and a half months in, I met someone who I thought was a lot better for me. And a few weeks later, I told Daphne to get out."...He means me. I know he does. And I think its great that he's taking credit for throwing her out on her ass. That's what she deserves, especially with the way she tries to keep us apart all the time. Everyone aside from Carmichael is laughing, they're enjoying this a lot
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But what's the deal? I know that's way off the shit that Sammy had, and we totally don't improv stuff just for the hell of it unless we're totally in big trouble. And even then, he's usually totally off with it. But that was cool. Definitely good work.
"Dude, what's the deal?" I grinned when he sat back down in his seat and watched him trying to get through his papers. "I thought you wanted to get a good grade on this."
"I'm still going to try to. Our papers got mixed up."
Oh. Shit. Dude. "Seriously?" I tried to get the stuff from him, but before he could give me it, Carmichael stepped up.
"Ms. Greene, Mr. Madsen, are you ready?"
"Yeah, one second dude."
"Mr. Madsen, I believe we had a word about you calling me 'dude'. And if you forgot your materials, that's your problem. Mr. Howell shouldn't be supplying them for you."Shit. Guess there's no time. "Uh... It's cool. I've got all my stuff right here." I held up the folder to show him, and then got up, and shrugged at the look Sammy gave me, the followed
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What the fuck is this freak trying to do to!? God! Didn't I warn Sam enough this morning about what would happen to him if he ruined my presentation? Yes, I did. I warned him as much as I thought would be enough, and then twice as much as that.
I knew he'd be trouble. I foreshadowed it and everything!
Dumbasses like Sam Howell can never be trusted, which made me go to great lengths to get him to understand how important my grade is, and now he's doing it wrong! He just said...I don't remember what he said, it wasn't the right thing to say, that's all I need to know. He's going to ruin my project, and then all of my hard work will be for nothing.
What the fuck was I thinking when I agreed to work with a stoner? This is disgusting. Completely and totally disgusting and gross. And humiliating! People are going to think that I don't know what I'm doing just because he doesn't ( ... )
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Sam is screwing over his grade. I don't know why, but I know that isn't the story we had set for them. They definitely weren't supposed to end it in a divorce. Shit. This is bad. And if Daphne says anything to Carmichael about it, it'll go from bad to worse. He's strict with 'trust' issues. If he thinks Sam did something wrong, he'll take it out on his grade.
Damnit. We were doing so well with this. I can't understand where we went wrong. They had everything in order this morning, and I made sure that Sam wouldn't be nervous up there in the three minutes we had together before class. Everything seemed fine.
"Finally, about five and a half months in, I met someone who I thought was a lot better for me. And a few weeks later, I told Daphne to get out."...He means me. I know he does. And I think its great that he's taking credit for throwing her out on her ass. That's what she deserves, especially with the way she tries to keep us apart all the time. Everyone aside from Carmichael is laughing, they're enjoying this a lot ( ... )
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But what's the deal? I know that's way off the shit that Sammy had, and we totally don't improv stuff just for the hell of it unless we're totally in big trouble. And even then, he's usually totally off with it. But that was cool. Definitely good work.
"Dude, what's the deal?" I grinned when he sat back down in his seat and watched him trying to get through his papers. "I thought you wanted to get a good grade on this."
"I'm still going to try to. Our papers got mixed up."
Oh. Shit. Dude. "Seriously?" I tried to get the stuff from him, but before he could give me it, Carmichael stepped up.
"Ms. Greene, Mr. Madsen, are you ready?"
"Yeah, one second dude."
"Mr. Madsen, I believe we had a word about you calling me 'dude'. And if you forgot your materials, that's your problem. Mr. Howell shouldn't be supplying them for you."Shit. Guess there's no time. "Uh... It's cool. I've got all my stuff right here." I held up the folder to show him, and then got up, and shrugged at the look Sammy gave me, the followed ( ... )
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