Semester One

[Admin]
Well, hello there Mr. Charlie G you know why I called you into my office today?

[Charlie]
Is it because I took a shit in the sink?

[Brief awkward pause]

[Admin]
I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. I called you in to talk about your past three years, currently you have a 1.13 GPA. So I hate to say you probably won't walk or do anything in June. Mr. Charlie G what in tarnation do you wanna do after High School?

[Charlie]
Well, I would like to be a world class musician

[Admin]
What in fucks sake do you think your long hair half-and-half mocha type beat god fearing sum bitch think you can rap for? Fuck you.
Be more realistic

[Charlie]
Okay, uhm Okay, I um, I wanna be a uhm. um. a uh.. A Florist! Yeah a florist, A florist specializing in cannabinoids. You know like a flower, like a Florist

[Admin]
Gosh Damnit Charlie G!, You get the hell out of my office. You may have talent but you got to prove to you, and the world you have it and my best bet is, you don't! Skid-attle! The bell's about to ring any minute now