Okay, so we've all heard the rumor that our class owes the school something like 14 bajillion skittles. Where did this debt come from? Who exactly do we owe it to? When is it due? I have no clue. But let's be honest, neither do you. All we can know for sure is that 14 bajallion sounds real bad, and that this is probably the fault of my opponent, Ollie Gruberson. I don't have proof that he gobbled all those Skittles, but let's not forget that he needs an inhaler when he runs to first base, he has to pump his bike tires like three times a week, and that his name is Ollie Gruberson. (Wait for spontaneous "Ollie sucks" chants to die down. Then start them up again.)
Speaking of "big problems" (wink at Ollie), we also need to address the major cutbacks of our class jobs. Our livelihoods are at stake. Everyday I see hall monitors turning in their badges. A/V nerds returning their keycards. Bullies giving back their A/V nerds. I myself have fallen victim to layoffs, as last week I was released from my duty as line leader.
I don't know about you, but I'm tired of coming home to my mom and pretending that I still have my job. My heart breaks as I tell her how I led the crap out of that line. How we went to and fro. How we went left, then right, now left again! How we didn't go backwards, because that would be too confusing for our incompetent line-ender, Ollie Gruberson. How do we fix all this? I don't know. But I do know my multiplication tables, so that will probably come in handy.
Another big issue that I...