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Last night,I dreamed of walking to my classroom and seeing Don paolo at my teacher's desk.When everyone was in,he explained that he was our new teacher for the year since my teacher died in a car crash.
Don paolo then asked to hand him our English copies so he can correct them.Five minutes later he screeched and flew his hands.He then got up from his desk and yelled who drew in their copy since we're not allowed to draw in our copy.
The drawing was squidward screwing spongebob for some reason.
The copy wasn't labled and no one spoke up so it was much questionable to do it.
Then Don paolo decided all of us digs holes for the rest of the day since no-one is owing up.It's like the book 'Holes' by Louis Sachor except instead of the ground dry,we have to dig in the field where builders are building a extension room.
We were put with one person since it was quicker that way.
While digging,the person who I was pared with was a girl named Anna and she told me that she was the one who drawn it and wiped the label off so he wouldn't notice.It didn't go well.
Don paolo wearing a cowboy hat heard this and grabbed her colar and took her a thing he invented.
It was a sauna totorture room where you had to stay in there for two hours without taking any clothing off.
When everyone (Including Don paolo) was watching Anna in there,I made an escape route and ran to the principles office and explained everything.And she didn't care.She only told me that you're not allowed to draw in your copies