One day in my business class of 8 people my teacher, Whitman, said that today someone was going to get Damed or Knighted. We have a legandary teacher at our school named Muermann, he has a reputation for telling stories (of his life) during class time, and not assigning to much work. OH yea, he also give bonous marks if it is sunny whilst you are marking your homework, if you put a sticker at the top of you page.. if you say a witty comment, or if a sports team wins the night before. Seriously, his classes are a joke. You gotta love fine BC education standards!
Anyway, back to the story. Whitman says that Muerm is going to come in the last 5 minutes of class, and someone will be Dammed or Knighted. Then Whitman decides that every 10 minutes he is going to eliminate someone until there are 2 left. Go figure, I am one of those people.
When Muerm comes in he calls up the 2 finalist, and then he announces me "Gollum of the Ring, Keeper of the Word, Dame Olivia".
Wait? What does that mean?
Whitman my yearbook teacher goes on to say "You have now been appointed to do the Grad Quotes for the yearbook! You will be the keeper or their words, Gollum of the Ring."
What is the point of this tale? Well, now I am known as Gollum of the Ring, Keeper of the word. Or just Dame.
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