The year two thousand and ten has been a rough one for a lot of people. This was of course, the year that Mr. Currin announced he would be seeing Lady Gaga live. This, I can only assume, will be the beginning of the end for cool teachers in Alden High. Anyone who can present such an interesting and likeable facade couldn’t possibly be a Lady Gaga fan right!?! This is downright preposterous. I have officially lost any and all respect that I had for Mr. Currin. He doesn’t even deserve to be called Mr. So ROB is a big lame-o who likes to listen to Lady Gaga, one of the least talented performers of our time. She may actually be responsible for the decline of western culture. It’s hard to say what’s more severe: her lack of talent or her drug habits. There was one good thing to come out of this god-awful year. Brian Stoldt came into my life in two thousand and ten. The first time I met him was in my fourth block online publishing class. My friends and I took a liking to him almost immediately. There was a lot to like about the kid. He was intelligent and witty, and always amusing us with anecdotes from his past. He was a good friend for a long time, until he stopped coming to school. We looked for him for days. It wasn’t until almost a week later when we found his frozen body in a snow bank near his house. The only reasonable explanation for this tragedy was that he had been hit in the face with a snowball which had ice in it. Tragically, his face was quite cut up. The lead suspect was his older brother Tyler, but that’s ok because he’s Ty Stoldt.
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