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Mar 2018
Will this day ever end?
from 8-5pm
Room 302
English, French, Biology, Arithmetic, Spanish
and who knows what else
I long for my comfy bed and the warmth of my room upstairs
the teacher drones on all day
she's ok but she has an god-awful nasally voice
nope its not congestion
she must have been born that way
She talks and paces the room
back-and-forth
back-and-forth
Its enough to give me neck pain
But the ruler that she has on her is the absolute worst
its 30 cm long and made from wood
I long for a proper breakfast and big cups of creamy cocoa
Who eats porridge anymore?
cinnamon makes me sneeze
and I will turn green if I see another granny smith apple
I want to go out and just walk around--
" So could you tell us what the answer is Harold"
It's 32 Mom
Uh- I mean Mam
Ana Habib
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Ana Habib  28/F/Montreal, Qc
(28/F/Montreal, Qc)   
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   Hannah
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