A Memoir To 8th Grade Bullsh*t
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  • Parts 7
  • Time 32m
Complete, First published May 08, 2016
Where I come from, middle school is 6-8 grade. They tell you it feels great to be in the 8th grade, because you're at the top. 

Man, were those people lying  a$$holes.

Let me just tell you that's complete and utter BULLSH*T!

Join me as I verbally slay one of the worst f*cking years of school that makes people look forward to the drugs that will make them want to feed their foot skin to their 12 grandchildren.

Of course, coming from a girl who wrote a story about crack period horror stories, maybe it's not that surprising I didn't particularly have a blast with this grade.
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