I've apparently been a bad girl in school, which is why Ms. Dana Vespoli put me in detention. What if I made the obvious clear? It's not like I'm going to travel to France and tell people I know what an apple is, so please give me a break! French class is worthless and dull. I'm being disciplined after class because I let my big tongue loose. Positively speaking, our principle, Ms. DeArmond, has excellent taste in women; she must have fucked her to get this position. I can't help but let my fantasies run wild, seeing Dana DeArmond and Madame Dana Vespoli licking one other's faces while semi-naked. However, daydreaming only leads to additional problems with Ms. Vespoli, who tells me to sit down and finish my homework. Observing the passing of time is also unhelpful; the dial's ticking sounds too bizarre. My thoughts are enveloped by music and smoke clouds, obscuring any reality or hallucination that I am unable to distinguish. I picture Dana asking if I want her to lick my ass and brandishing a giant ruler as if to chastise me
