so im pro right?

ok

Who wants to be interviewed? (Do note that I might not choose you - there are only a few limited spaces left and so I am doing a lottery for them) Winners will be notified!

i thought that was sigma...

Well parkour, you're now a famous author with thief as well and left me all the way down there. GJ! Guess I suck a lot at writing.

wow conq that was nice lol

thunder rico hammer one of the three (m1 ofc)

yeah idk either

conqueror does that mean that i won't be able to be in the club?

Hello all. Can someone explain limits to me. And while you're at it, can you teach me how to grade really hard without feeling bad for my poor classmate because i keep getting graded really critically and I want to get back and be able to grade like that. I missed a question by writing two of the answers but i got it marked wrong while i gave the person who i corrected full credit. (But it was a ch.9 Math 3 question on the test we had too). Any thoughts?

hello

A Twisted Twist Chapter 3 Knowing that my notebook was most likely done for, I almost burst into tears, being the weak and possibly mentally unstable person I was, but I remembered that Lzer would make fun of me for this. In reality, Lzer was just a variant of “loser”, a code name for Lisa Lingue, a rich kid whose parents let her have anything she could wish for. So she walked around like she was doing a favor for everyone just by being there, and most people had gotten used to her pompous attitude at school. But once she stepped into Avail Academy, everyone feared her only because they didn’t want to be the target of her numerous barbs. Instead, I opened another compartment in my bag and retrieved a piece of origami paper, then folded it into a swan with precision. By the time I had finished two swans and an airplane, the bus tires eked out a panicked squeal and slammed into the curb, and it was miraculous that the tires didn’t pop under such intense pressure. After settling the vehicle down, we all alighted, then waited for a teacher to open the locked entrance. Contrary to popular belief, Avail Academy wasn’t a school for the elite students in town; it was just some lowly afterschool for elementary and middle schoolers. Despite being in seventh grade, my parents still felt that having me at home wasn’t safe. Instead of spending my days advancing in academics and secret ciphers, I had the joys of being locked in a dungeon where everyone insulted me for my glasses, my lack of friends, and even my intelligence. Though I had tried to ignore all my tormentors, Lisa “Lzer” Lingue always caught my attention and provoked me, the only one who could elicit a reaction from me. Rebellious in nature, she also spent her days reading insults on the internet and reciting comebacks. Whenever a fight began, anyone could bet their money on Lzer, who probably desired to incite anger and distrust among all. However, there was one person who could ask her to stop: Hanen Hervon, the cousin of Kris, so Lzer made sure that her worst side came out whenever Hanen wasn’t watching, usually during Kris and Hanen’s guitar class on Wednesday. Once I had finished my simple homework, the teachers, underachievers who would probably end up managing a fast food joint at retirement if they were lucky, always asked for help on their assignments. That was because I was smarter than the others and that I refused to work on more trivial extra work assignment by Avail faculty. So I hoped to evade Teacher AJ’s demands for help on her grammar worksheet and more importantly, Lzer’s unrelenting disses. At 5:37, I finally went home and finished what I hadn’t done in homework. “I think I’m getting dumber,” I commented when my parents asked me about Avail. “Don’t say that, Jo-Ann. Everyone knows that you’re pretty smart,” my parents consoled, but they were clueless. They had never been inside Avail, never really been there. *** I still had the misfortunes of heading to that hopeless waste of time every day, Avail Academy. Though the homework load became slightly larger in preparation for the standardized tests, I usually still had an hour or two to kill at the end of each day. So did everyone else, especially Lzer, who now enjoyed insulting everyone with the countless comebacks and other phrases she picked up from her snobby friends almost every day of the week. Since her workload was decreasing, unlike a public school system, she elected to spend time inciting conflicts. It was so annoying that even Bryanna, her best friend in Avail, couldn’t stand her after a few days. Instead, Bryanna moved over to my table and even interacted with me and the other unpopular kids. But come Monday, she would become magnetically attached to Lzer again. Soon, I saw a pattern, and began to avoid Bryanna, who was a two-faced person. And life was lonely in the corners of a broken-down office serving as Avail. But that didn’t stop me completely. Instead, I picked up on balancing markers when Mr. Hervon banned me from watching some Disney Channel show for lying that I had homework on Friday, then restating that I had finished when Ms. Chucklton, the nature instructor, didn’t come. Not that I had anything against Fridays, it was just that the dull nature instructor who visited usually put people into comas and I didn’t want any collateral damage. Finally, I came home, and settled into the routine of making more ciphers and codes, each more complex than the other. That was when someone knocked on the door. My older sister rushed to answer it, then gasped in shock at the random guy in a dark suit and sunglasses. “I’m looking for Jo-Ann Palano,” he demanded, and my family began to bicker with the man, confirming that he had the right name. I thought I heard my name in the midst of their chatter. “That’s me.” I stammered as I approached the man, who towered over me. He handed me a business card. “I’m with R.T.E. Intelligence.” What he had in his other hand was my missing notebook. Yep, that's the end of another chapter. I hope this is published soon, as it is dedicated to the beginning of my semi-competitive writing career. Anyways, have fun reading my story and wait patiently for chapter 4! One thing I ask though... please leave some feedback so I can improve the next chapters, which are actually pretty boring. (Story development) If you haven't already, please check out some potentially awesome pieces by P.R., like Chapter 2 and Chapter 1 of this series. And try saying the title three times fast. (For those with perfect enunciation) Thanks for taking your time and reading! -P.R.

Well, I am one with torturous middle school experiences exacerbated by even more torturous afterschool experiences. And the bus was pretty disgusting on the inside. While the outside may have looked well painted, the inside of the bus was so dirty and filled wit crumbs, bugs, etc. The principal kept yelling at us to clean it up, so I decided to retaliate by giving him a dorky name in this story. P.S. he even showed a pic of those really neat japanese/korean people cleaning up their classrooms and making food to make us feel bad. And i'm not going to get into the part where he showed us the pic of the unflushed toilet.

well, then, taking a bus trip with people you hate in a broken down vehicle that cant navigate for 100+ days can give you some inspiration. And thiefofvictory, nice job quoting my story stuffs

well that was quick. Congrats kubakowalczy! (that name took a bit to spell)

Proof pls? And dont worry i was not accepted too but i only have 1 m2. Nice equip tho. I'm thinking you should buy thunder bc it is best rn, but rico and hammer are other options. Don't forget magnum is still a choice. Just read AP Physics if you need help.

Tiger (equipped) Emerald Jeans Mexico

Lol i was in a rush too And P.S. i keep getting hard graders in calc!!!!

lol sorry I wanted to confirm definition so I searched it up on google.

Apply. check pg. 1 for details on app. P.S. unwritten rule is that you actually have to be a WO4.

Technically, bimonthly is either once every two or twice a month. So they haven't got it confused. And P.S. can you lower the rank for reporter so I can apply when I'm 15?

true, but there are consolations, my true aim

Yours sounds like a copy of Gettysburg

Hope. Tangible yet intangible, there but not there. Always accompanying me before birthdays, Christmas, the first day of school, even the mere opening of a handful of containers. With its power, it brings me to giddy heights, worlds beyond my wildest dreams, gliding up higher than I can ever imagine. Soaring unbounded, unleashed, free. In the blink of an eye, everything stops, and I fall faster than I've risen. The realm which I've visioned crumbles in my sight. I will my eyes to stay open, but they don't. Once they open, I see that I'm below ground, darkness closing in on me. Reality. There is no hope. Only Disappointment. *** Disappointment. Intangible yet tangible, not there but there. It comes right after I see reality: on birthdays, Christmas, the first day of school, after the opening of all those containers. With a deft movement of the wrist, it wrenches Hope, strangling the life out of it until all of it drains away. Hope is gone, defeated. I've fallen to the ground and below, seen the darkness swallow up every particle of light. But one remains. Hope. That is why I never linger in Disappointment. For I will go. Back. To. Hope. And it will be waiting until I return. Wrote this piece before school started. A disappointing year is upon me as I see 5 more sophomores in AP Calc. P.S. we have a test and I haven't studied (which I ended up getting a B+ on) and now we have another test. Great, and I have to read my history textbook, at a relatively "slow" pace of 1 chapter a week. And we're not talking about how my music teacher treats my section as chopped liver. I must leave; too much schoolwork to attend to. Enjoy these contrasting tales! -P.R.

well i just wrote a new story. Yay!