This is how it went down: It's French class on Thursday, the last final we have for the week. Everybody is done with their test and a call slip gets delivered. It's for Davis. Now, most of the time, call slips are for confrontations regarding something bad a student did. Everybody knows this, so the obligatory "ooooohhhh davis... busstedd" happens when he went up to get his call slip. He leaves. About ten or fifteen minutes later, he slowly walks back in, with a really confused expression. One guy goes "dude, how was it?" and Davis very timidly replies with a "...fine". I'm just as confused as the expression Davis is wearing, and I ask him what happened. He slowly saunters over to my desk, and after a few moments of silence, goes "... I... am formal king".
...And he got so excited that he fell asleep.
erin tried to wake him up, to no avail
peace out biznatches, next time i write here i'll have formal'd it up
2 comments:
he was texting me.. i received zero more responses after that
hahaha. now you know why!
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