ADELAIDE METRO AMIRITE
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Ongoing6m
Last published Fri, Dec 25, 2015
My Christmas gift to you all~
It's a Tuesday afternoon. Bleurgh, Tuesdays. We have this weird teacher who's always snorting weird substances when no one's looking for our last two lessons. I'm pretty sure that affects her time perception too, because we're always let out 5 minutes late at the least. Now you might think, "5 minutes? Psssh. Stop complaining.", but 5 minutes is a huge setback when it comes to catching the bus. If you're let out 5 minutes late, it better take you 5 seconds at your locker, assuming you don't wait an extra 5 minutes for that, or you'll miss the first bus. "What's so bad about waiting 15 minutes?", I hear you ponder. You obviously haven't tried using public transport in South Australia then.
(From Ethan's perspective)
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