today during 4th period, i was sketching a pentagon with stars inside it(of the joys of being in an architectural drafting class) when i smelled something really strange. thinking it was just my table or something, i carried on with my work. about two minutes later the kid beside me raised his hand and said "uhm, mr. flax., my computer's smoking", thus explaining the mysterious scent.
school better continue to be this humorous...
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