Are you for real?

My 5th grade teacher was a robot that looked like a stool. I was telling her who I was and that I lived in Nashville in 88 and she beeped to acknowledge she understood. I had her straddled between my legs. But at first she wasn't a robot, she looked old and wrinkled, then she turned into a stool robot later. As I was talking to her someone gave me a phone and a dozen eggs. I handed back the eggs in disgust. Then I was talking to someone from my class that was taking some spring classes and said it was called "separatist semester" not "spring semester" and I said no it's spring semester now because politics aren't based off school anymore.
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