Collegiate condolences.
Empty classrooms.
Forgotten education and lifetimes.
No hop scotch or nursery rhymes.
No break times.
No gym.
No algebra x10.
Genuine smiles.
Toothy grins.
No more school.
Half term wins.
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Imagine that, me a teacher... it would be like a prolonged episode of Mr Bean, on acid. "Today kids, we are gunna do some mental arithmetic, on the count of 62 everyone write the 3 times tables with your own faeces on the whiteboard and afterwards go eat random amounts of burritos".
@eddie12309 still confused, is this a The Simpsons character or is this that dude from The Lawn Mower Man?
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