Mr. Martin is the most powerful man in the world. He is the glowing torch in the cave of humanity. When you first meet him you piss your self but after a year or two you realize he's still scary with a mixture of nice, chill, and cool. Other Mr's wish they were a Mr. Martin.

A few weeks ago, no one had “cheugy” in their vocabulary . Now everything is saturated with the word. It’s in our heads. It’s in our homes. Everyone is asking: “Am I cheugy? Am I a basic ass bitch? Am I GUILTY of being cheugy?”

The proliferation of cheugy in the mainstream discourse can only be attributed to one source: mental terror. It’s an orchestrated psychological trap to make you question your tastes and interests in the eyes of others.

You are not a cheug. YOU’RE PERFECT!!!!

It is very suspicious that the cheugy mascot is a Minion, a literal cyclops, a deformed
yellow panopticon in overalls ... do not let the all-seeing eye to control you. Be vigilant. Resist cheugy psyops.

The most badass Muskie fisherman in the country. One of the most amazing and trustworthy teachers. With a quality of dominance over his opposing staff. His students worship him like a god. A wizard saint of chemistry. One of the highest levels of science teaching. He will beat you down with his knowledge of the periodic table.

The guy that looks like Justin Trudeau and he’s tall ngl. He has a pretty big classroom with those rolly-chairs. Idk seems like a nice guy.

The best substitute teacher ever. He gives out mints because he is lit and not a boomer and should live forever.