Utter shit school. Year sevens fly along the corridors like it’s a civil war and the plague is coming. The PE block stinks of shit and you can’t walk through without holding your breath. There isn’t even enough changing rooms for everyone. The toilets never fucking work and half the sinks don’t either. The loo roll gets stuck inside the damn holder. There’s never any soap to wash yer damn hands so no wonder the corona virus exists.
You can’t stand in the halls yet half the common rooms are never open. On the coldest days the heaters are broken and they have them on when it’s hella hot. I beg anyone reading this will remeber not to send their child here.
“George Salter Academy?”
“Damn shit school, littered with chavs and wannabe road men.”
Actual hellhole. Yet it's still fucking freezing, even the devil would live in his own home (more than i can say for some teachers). Corridors smell like shit, just like the grades. Food looks like dead mangled cats and infected with stds. Ratty year 7s everywhere. Girls toilets look like there's been a murder in there. Don't even get me started on the boys, shit spray everywhere. Practically smell the bullshit flying around.
A meaningless, unimpressive, self-serving introduction. An indicator that the story about to be shared will be pointless and dumb.
Back when I lived in upstate new york, I also had to park on the street - on two occasions, we got enough snow, mixed with just the right plowing, that my car was lifted off the ground from so much snow being jammed underneath it.
Sister: This meeting was to discuss the rough draft of my essay, where we discussed the subsidiary questions I added in my rough draft. We also discussed the relationship between my main title and the real-life situations I chose to use in my essay. We discussed the structure of my essay as well, specifically the Math AOK section and how it relates to the contradiction of the title. This second meeting was particularly helpful in discussing the implications of my essay claims and how to apply the title across various areas of knowledge. There were many sections of the essay that could have been cut down in wordiness and the ways of knowing required further and more in-depth analysis.
An absolutely foolproof way to keep minors from viewing content deemed "too mature" for them to watch.
Billy: "So I was trying to watch some videos for an M rated game, and I ran into an age gate, so I put in my real birthday. SOMEHOW it managed to figure out that I am 12. CURSE YOU AGE GATE!!!"
Bill: "Fucking age gate! *quick scroll* THERE! I was born on January 1, 1904. Fuck you age gate."