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| The Gates of Hell are somewhere in West Sussex |
Now comes that time of year, in which I weep and moan, a time in which I try my best to delay and postpone. Ah, school, the bane of my life. I'm baffled by the people who actively look forward to sitting on uncomfortable plastic chairs for hours on end every day; those people positively buzzing with educational fervor and an unquenchable thrist for knowledge - misdirected sex drive if you ask me. Many people tell me they're excited to see their friends and catch up on gossip, or whatever it is other people do. For me, school means, well, other people, and Hell is other people.
