Didn’t sign the attendance sheet once in French class once and am now afraid that I’m gonna fail because of it. You’re only allowed to miss 6 hours, and according to the incorrect attendance sheet, I’ve missed 3 hours so far, once because of a dental appointment and the other because of too many papers, but the attendance sheet makes it look like I’ve missed 4.5 [I THINK; it could be more, hence the reason I’m freaking out]. And if you miss 6, you fail the class. And my prof is a scary strict Russian man with wild Rasputin eyes and I don’t know if he’ll let one of the absents go because I had a dental appointment and who am I kidding, I’m totally gonna fail French this semester, sorry to my wonderful, hardworking parents who are putting me through college…..
Janine: Do you always carry handcuffs?
Sherlock: Down, girl.
I swear, I made the strangest noise.
AO: Benedict Cumberbatch
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FAO: Una Stubbs
Twelfth grade: Finally, I have the chance to prove to a greater portion of the world that I have successfully stood alone amongst this corrupt, brainwashed youth, a remnant amongst the sea of the fame-lustful commons, with an identity unique and impervious to the brazen winds of change.
First year: lol coffee
I moved my head to look at the cabinet behind me. When I turned again Sherlock Holmes was standing smiling at me across my study table. I rose to my feet, stared at him for some seconds in utter amazement, and then it appears that I must have fainted for the first and last time in my life…
'My dear Watson,' said the well-remembered voice, 'I owe you a thousand apologies. I had no idea that you would be so affected.'
I gripped him by the arm.
'Holmes!' I cried. 'Is it really you? Can it indeed be that you are alive?'