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Senior Year, Logan and I sat next to each other in Mrs. Demers Humanties class. For a mental peon like myself, that class was only worth the time because Logan. First, for any of your who have had Dermers, Logan does a dead on impression of her facial expressions (such as when you ask her something). In fact, Logan once confessed to me that he could not even ask a question in there for fear of laughing at our confused professor.
Second, Logan (like myself) had to fight to stay awake in that warm classroom after lunch. Most days, students would just give up and put their heads down in the middle of the lecture. However, Logan, always being a hard worker, would fight and claw his way to consciousness so he could take notes on short stories and the such. The days that he couldn't stay awake were the most fun though. Like a hero letting his love fall into a volcano; Logan would slowly drop his pencil and, as his face fell to his notebook, whisper, "I'm sorry." Then join the rest of us in our teenage slumber. I came to know these as Wednesdays.
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