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| Dear Journal,
Today, justice was served. I'm not talking about Jason Ramsey and finally punching him in the groin like he deserves - no. It's something much more fulfilling both on a personal and spiritual level.
I was just made principal at the Haurvatat School. Journal, I know you wonder: why I would ever want to surround myself with children when in fact I have a slight distaste for anything under five feet tall, but this job isn't about the children. It's about being in charge of an institution that is losing momentum. With this job I will be shaping the youth of tomorrow and all that means to me is security when I retire, and it's up to these misfits to take care of me.
Oh, Journal. Should I trade in my track suits for something a little more business like? A nice suit with a flashy tie, for example. Should I get a bullhorn that's just a little louder than the one I have now?
These are the questions I ponder as I go to bed tonight. On Monday morning, Sue Sylvester's new regime will befall the students of Haurvatat school. One can only hope that I'm molding the minds of the ones who will one day successfully deliver unto us a healthcare plan that works. | |
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| Dear Journal,
I thought it was love, and just like our great President Obama crushing that fly with his bare hands, Rod crushed my heart. He pulled me in with Battleship, then blew me up, and not in the way that gets me excited.
Was it me, Journal? Did I read his signals wrong? No, he read Sue Sylvester wrong. I may resemble a proud, nearly albino man, but, journal, I deserve to be loved just like every single one of those poor neglected children I see on those commercials. And I won't even cost the amount of a cup of coffee per day. I don't need frills. Just a good board game ethic and a winning spirit.
Until next time, Journal.
- Sue | |
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Don't bother leaving your number though.
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