Study hall

A living hell. Takes place in a cafiteria, so not only do you get the wonderful memories of the gum that you left under the table, you also get the remains of somone elses luch caked onto the table in front of you. The wardans take pleasure in seeing you skwirm at that sight of placing you next to that guy who hasn't showered in a week. They scream at you for throwing paper balls in a trash can, and tell you to do your homwork when they know that your flunking whatever class they teach. On the lucky days that you can escape into the library you get the sexy screetch of the harpy aka librarian who is "watching your every move on the computer" but is too dumb to even relise that your looking/ printing porn. What a load of shit.