Plaster

I have discovered a new dimension of torture. Sitting in a smallish classroom while 14 people scrape plaster with metal hooks. It's like surround sound nails on a chalkboard x14. On top of that, I was sitting at a table where my fellow classmates decided to debate the bible and homosexuality while they scrape. I was clenching my jaw so hard I was seriously worried about cracking my back teeth. I want a t-shirt commemerating this event..."I survived stupidity and all I got was this plaster covered t-shirt". I've earned it! *grin*

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