Dear Mr. Garrison.
You've been telling me all year that I'm a leader. But I don't think I realized it until Friday. It was me who went to the office and decided not to tell Mr. Mackey that they totally forgot to send us a sub.
It was me who gave the class the idea in the first place. I talked the other kids into it. I take full responsibility for what happened.
I went to the office to tell them that we had no teacher. But when I got there I realized that all they would do was send us some stranger to tell us what we were supposed to do. Who needed that? We knew what we have to do. I figured: Hey, we can run the class ourselves.
Heidi thought it was really dangerous for us to be without a teacher. Mr parents say the same thing. I thought and thought about it all weekend and I still respectfully disagree. We handled every problem that come up until the rock ritual when Wendy and Cartman got into that awful argument.
I'll admit it: That was very, very scary. That was the only time I wished you were with us. But then again, if you were with us I seriously doubt we ever would have talked and written about Butters Stotch.
Sincerely,
Kyle Adam Broflovski.
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