Marine biology. That is the name of the class that excites me. Many many friends I have in this class. These people know a lot, but others need lots of assistance understanding this complex material, like this kid named Matt Mills (see figure below). I, being as knowledgable as I already am, must assist this helpless child. I teach him everything that I have comprehended from this class: the organism of the day, the articles about climate change, viruses, and whaling, and even about the origins of the earth. He must receive this assistance since he spends most of class time staring into space and even dreaming about his lunch. I help him not out of the fact that he is my friend, because he is not, but because I feel bad for him. He understands nothing. It is quite sad. Yet with my help (and I guess Doc’s and Mr. Kirby’s), he will be the best marine biolgist he can be.
***the parts about Matt were entirely sarcasm
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