1st Day of School
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Annoying Classes
But
Comical People
Disgusting Lunch
Everyday But
Fun Times
Grumpy Teachers and
Harmful Homework
Dear Mother Dearest,
We enter a systematic way to automatically determine how many young black men are pop to a prison pipeline
I sit. Everything is ok.
Then it starts.
My heart starts to pound.
My hands start to sweat.
I can feel my breath start to quicken.
Faster, and faster.