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Here is one story retold, albeit with a pithier ending:
What happened: My English teacher is really arrogant and seems to think its O.K to skip out parts that are 'unnecessary' from Shakespeare's Macbeth.(we were reading it but I guess he hadn't insulted our intelligence enough so we watched the movie instead...) So i wrote on a piece of paper "[teachers_name] > Shakespeare ? " and passed it to my friend. He saw, came over and complained for me to stop which i did. He then called me back after class and said "do you not want to do English next year? " (sorry in advance but the next part is not a single quote)
What I said: Me: Of course i do. d*ckhead: well if you are not going to pay attention to the movie then i don't think you should because its very important next year. Me: well its not like the story is going to be spoiled we all know what happens. moron: Oh so you have read all the poetry then? Me: well perhaps i could if we were reading it and i could see some and you didn't skip half of it then pause to explain things that need no explanation i could!! deafeated: say sorry...... me: sorry PAUSE NOT
What I SHOULD have said: HOW NOW THY SECRET MIDNIGHT BLACKENED HAG!! or No man born of woman can make me apologise for being a jerk! i just wanted to quote something from the story :( (btw i got a detention)
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