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Okay, let me share something with you, Mr friends.

I was sitting in class when a girl and a boy walked in. They sat down like everything was okay, but it was not okay. The girl immediately pulled out a DS and started playing Pokemon. How do I know it was Pokemon, you ask? Well, she announced every single action she made in the game. That’s fine, James! She was doing it at a whisper to her friend-who-is-a-boy, right? Wrong. She was speak/screaming at what I can only presume was the absolute maximum volume she could achieve without professional training.

Well, James, you DO go to UMBC LAWL(!) these things are to be expected! It wasn’t even that bad, I mean, she only talked about Pokemon, right?

Wrong.

While complain/screaming about her failed attempts to breed the strongest pixellated army she could, she made it a point to use every single slur she could recall. You would think this would make her at least a little bit circumspect about how loud she yelled these things. You would think. She would not.

Honestly, all of this probably wouldn’t have bothered me in the slightest on any other day — I know what school I go to.

However,

Today was our mid-term, and she was perfecting her Poke-Trainer skills in the last 10 minutes before the test started.

Mixed in with Livy’s history of rome, I think I now have Bulbasaurs and Togapi’s and tactics to collect all eight badges in record time without the assistance of nurse joy or …. Yeah, she said these things. 

On the plus side, I was stumped on a short answer, so I wrote a story about a dinosaur. I feel that he will give me partial credit for it.