English. A subject taught to us by illiterates.

I have an English exam tomorrow.
It's going to be corrected by a biased mother-fucker.
He doesn't know English, yet he is a teacher.
Way to go IHS.
I have spent 1 hour preparing for it.
I noticed that in the first poem, the poet leaves her mother in the car and goes away. Pretty sweet huh?
I'm in love with Last.fm.
It's all my musical record-keeping fantasies come true.
I'm waiting, fading, floating away.
Bye........