I didn't know how to write well (nor did i have any good ideas) so i just 

 plagiarised whatever i could find.

Little did i know that i was building upon the fundamentals of what i would later

discover in the world of art and music; you steal ideas from others then claim as your own.

Her name was Ms. Goldsmith and she always had coffee breath.

She kept a thermos full of coffee near her desk, probably as an aid to stay motivated

and positive in such an absolutely corrupt and hopelessly morally depraved junior high 

school like the one she was employed by.

Some kids called her 'Ms. Goldbitch' which didn't make any sense, i guess it was funny for them.

Children can be rotten, especially these creeps that i found myself surrounded by for two years.

That school was cursed.

It had been built upon a sacred native american burial ground against strong warnings by the Yaqui tribe

not to do so.

Tucson School District didn't care, they'd already purchased the land and the plans were in motion to

build there.

A lot of crazy shit went down at that school, a lot of nightmares were born there.

Considering all the merciless agression i saw committed between students, it is a little funny that the coffee

breath of my 5th period teacher and how she always had a tuna sandwich for lunch is what i remember most.