Alabama Socks And It Will Always Suck Analysis

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During school back in 2010, when I was in Albertville Elementary School. I was a third grade student and attending Mr. Young’s class. I don’t remember exactly what day ,but I was in a average sized class. I sat in between two girls which at the time wasn’t something I adored. That day, Mr. Young walked in and said,”We are having a quiz.” The quiz was unexpected ,but I was ready. We usually had a cover sheet ,and we had to keep up with it.I didn’t think we were giving them back so I wrote on my cover sheet. I wrote the following “Alabama Sucks And It Will Always suck.” We used the cover sheet for the quiz and I laid it on top of the quiz when I was finished. After I was done with the quiz I asked to go to the sanitary facility. When I returned

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