I am not running for class president because I have a bigger baseball card collection than the other candidates — which I do — but because I am a patriot and I love my class in a totally non-cootie related way. We were once the greatest class in the entire school, and we still are because the principal looks down on us and smiles. He loves our class, I love our class and we are crazy awesome, so keep that in mind while I now explain why we suck so hard.
Okay, so we’ve all heard the rumor that our class owes the school something like 14 bajillion skittles. Where did this debt come from? Who exactly do we owe it to? When is it due? I have no clue. But let’s be honest, neither do you. All we can know for sure is that 14 bajallion sounds real bad, and that this is probably the fault of my opponent, Ollie Gruberson. I don’t have proof that he gobbled all those Skittles, but let’s not forget that he needs an inhaler when he runs to first base, he has to pump his bike tires like three times a week, and that his name is Ollie Gruberson. (Wait for spontaneous “Ollie sucks” chants to die down. Then start them up again.)
Speaking of “big problems” (wink at Ollie), we also need to address the major cutbacks of our class jobs. Our livelihoods are at stake. Everyday I see hall monitors turning in their badges. A/V nerds returning their keycards. Bullies giving back their A/V nerds. I myself have fallen victim to layoffs, as last week I was released from my duty as line leader.
The Essay on Social Class
The societal structure of the Victorian Era may have inspired many authors to write classic novels such as Emily Brontes Wuthering Heights. The time that Bronte grew up in was much different than the times of today. Wuthering Heights was a love story that related to the ways of life that people lived. During the Victorian Era, peoples rights, duties, social standings, jobs, and education were ...
I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of coming home to my mom and pretending that I still have my job. My heart breaks as I tell her how I led the crap out of that line. How we went to and fro. How we went left, then right, now left again! How we didn’t go backwards, because that would be too confusing for our incompetent line-ender, Ollie Gruberson. How do we fix all this? I don’t know. But I do know my multiplication tables, so that will probably come in handy.
Another big issue that I know stuff about is a girl’s right to choose. The debate rages on whether a girl should be able to wear jeans if she wants. This is a tricky issue, because what if tight jeans are forced upon a flabby, gross body? Do we hold that against the girl? The point is moot though, because the body knows the difference between legitimate and illegitimate jeans. Biologically, the body simply will not allow itself to fit into tight gross jeans. Just ask Mrs. Gruberson.
