This is an actual report I actually handed in at the end of my biology class in tenth grade.

I have not talked to the teacher since....

 

Lets see…does not effect grade…not required…why bother? Oh wait, its write this or study for exams. Oh well, this is more fun. Now I just have to think what to I can ramble on about…

Can you say "movies are a waist of time??" unless its on those cool evolved bugs or the monkeys in the mist (yea, I know, its gorillas, but monkeys sound better), we are not paying attention. How come through the whole year you did not mention Carl Sagan once!!! That guy was the awesomest author and scientist. If he was still around I would go to Cornell just to meet him. Next year force the class to read his book "cosmos", they will thanks you for it, and if not, they probably hate you (who else would pass up a chance to suck up by complementing the book, but really, I liked the book). I'm glad this year we had mainly smart kids in our class, stupid kids bring us down. They distract us with stupidity, it’s like a blinding light. As Harvey Danger says "Been around the world and found that Only stupid people are breeding". Dumb people should be turned into the workers of society and do all the manual and unimportant la….oh wait, they do!

Tests, fine. Labs, fine, but sometimes I did not see the importance of them. Memorizing phylum, fine. Big phylum report, would have been fine if we had the weekend!!! Grrrrrr. Studyhall, fine. Free food in Bio, fine. Number of games on Mac, low. Number of good computers in room, none. My PC makes that Mac look like a toaster. A toaster that can’t toast. Ha, how’s that for useless. Overall, I loved Biology, but I would never admit it (Editers note: take out that sentence so no one finds out).

Now I’m going to add some non-sensicle phrases to make this look bigger. I am not a grape herder. You want some lime cake in your sprtitzer? The purple cat is in the blender. Work smarter not harder. The flying tree tipped over the well. E-mail me two copies and fax it to me on green paper. For sickness and health, for richness and flying over the Alps in a rocket powered monkey navigated spaceship from the future. I’m gone to look for myself, if I return before I get back, have myself wait. Please refrain from tasting the plastic knob. Dilbert rocks. That’s just my point of view, which is the same as my frame of mind, and if I could frame my mind, where would it hang? Now I would like to apologize for making you read this, but its an insincere apology.

I gave this to my sister to see if it made sence and asked for suggestions. She said it needed more pretty pictures. She likes pretty picture, she just can’t figure out what these little symbols mean…

And in conclusion: I’m going to bed.