… and how evil is it that I want to let the guinea pigs play on Asthmatic’s desk?
I finally made a note to send to parents (I was hoping he would move like he said – every two years, his step-”dad” moved out, he found a book from 4th grade because he was cleaning out his closet) because Pretty gave me an ultimatum. So my vengeful, evil side is coming out.
Let’s see if I get reprimanded for starting the note, “Due to a student allergy, I have to give away our class pets.” Cue violin strings.
But for now they’re with me in their teeny, tiny travel cage for one last weekend.
I’m going to hold a SAVE the Guinea Pig protest.
**Chanting**
Lose the kid, save the pigs.
or
Guinea Pig. Guinea Pig. Let me shout. Kick the kid with with allergies out!!!
Thank you!!!
I should teach those to the kids. They are mad! And then when they passed out my note, there weren’t enough copies; I said, “Well, Asthmatic doesn’t need one! He’s the reason I have to get rid of them!” The girl just went, Oh. Can’t wait to get in trouble for that. So we’ll see what happens.
Save the Piggies!!!
Oh the trouble we create.
where are they going?
Not at school.
The note went out on Friday when I wrote this.
LOUDER!
Lose the kid, save the pigs!
Lose the kid, save the pigs!
Lose the kid, save the pigs!
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