When i was in high school, i often found myself wanting to enjoy some good old fashioned slacking and none of my teachers was able to understand that my brain could not take the huge amount of information and that some slacking could have solved the problem. i wanted to play a little snake, do my nails, make some bows with my shoelaces and write something nasty about my teacher. perhaps an ironic poem? the slacking never worked because my teacher would always have her eye on me. can you help me with my high school slacking, ladies!
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