I have no idea why I am writing about this. My mind is bubbly(?) right now because this is late at night and I just survived a math zoom class. Anyways, My role is (spoiler) an 215 year old ancient dance/music teacher for tomorrow’s debate lesson thingy. I have nothing to write about except this so I will introduce myself as my role since I can’t talk about my past 215 year life. First, my appearance. As you all know, I am a 215 year old person, so I am a grandpa. I have white eyebrows and a mustache from the year 1791. For some reason, I look like a boy and have a black bush, not a white bush on the top of my head. Also I have all my teeth. Also I don’t have wrinkles. Also my voice isn't cranky or gruff. Okay enough with that. I was born in(if you can do math)1806. I graduated from the University Of Stuff at the year 18 and started a dance academy. A lot of people came to me for advice for their horrible dancing and singing, and I cured them. However, there was this one adult who could not be cured. MR. PATRICK. He had a talent for dancing and singing, and he could have used his power for the greater good…. but he decided to use it for evil. Destroying windows and poor innocent children’s eardrums. His dancing blinded many, including poor and innocent and did I mention poor students? I gave up and went to a school to apply for a job. I became the dance teacher, but I got a message yesterday that one of the 3 debate teachers got chicken pox and had to stay in bed and eat stew for a week. So, I was hastily promoted to Assistant back-up debate teacher for tomorrow’s debate lesson. Senior and junior debate teachers Stella and Sihoo will give me a stern lesson on how to be a debate teacher, and tell me about the secret of the donuts and joe in the teacher’s lounge. See you tomorrow students.
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