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There's the Mexican kid in my English class that calls me, "wet back" and this Chinese kid in my math class that calls me "chink" I now understand why there are so many coming of age films about teenagers, every single one of us is having an identity crisis. Since I've gotten rid of my glasses and have contacts I now have new and ingenuous ways to get out of class; "AHHH (flailing about) MY EYE IS ON FIRE" "NO BUDDY MOVE, MY CONTACT, I HAVE TO GO TO THE NURSE." "OH MY GOD! DID YOU JUST SPRAY THAT BODY MIST? IT'S STICKING TO MY EYE! I'M GOING BLIND!" I have to put my acting skills to some kind of work, or else they’ll get all rusty, like that dude in the Wizard of Oz... he was so cool. I was watching "Peter Pan" the other day and trying to not think about molesting young boys, or lick the screen when ever Captain Hook came on, when I noticed how incredibly dry my hands were. I started to freak out, and begged my friend Kiki for lotion. But there wasn't enough lotion. Then I thought my elbows were cracking, the skin was falling off it was so dry... We later found out that Kiki's parents were smoking some crazy hash from Taiwan in the next room and I was getting a contact high off the fumes. We were all shocked and appalled.
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