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And today, I got kicked out of class.
The whole clan is buzzing. The physics teacher was clearly not in a good mood (as always). Seeing me (probably looking too happy), she decided to ruin my mood too (which, by the way, is impossible). She came up and started saying something incoherent (shouting).
- So, what is this "you-you-you" you're doing? (gesturing with her hands)
- [You-you-you], and he's even saying "you-you-you" to the teacher!!1
(She gave me a little shove on the shoulder, knocked a piece of paper and my pen off the desk)
- What are you doing? What are you doing with my belongings? I paid for this! You're a teacher!
- [you-you-you] Get out of the class! Go to the deputy principal, and only come back with him!
- Uh-huh, okay (I became even happier).
So, I went, but not to the deputy principal, but to the street. I walked around, breathed in some fresh air, and went back to the next class.