Mr. Lunn

I hate when Mr. Lunn throws baseballs at my head in BP and then states, "I own the inside." Then he will throw a pitch on the inside corner of the plate and I go yahtzee. Who owns the inside of the plate now, Mr. Lunn. I also hate when he gives us papers. Who wants to write a paper? Not me, not anyone else. We know how to write letters and that is pretty much all we're going to have to write in our lives unless we become English majors. But they should have the choice to write papers because that is what they are going to do. And we should be able to choose not to write the paper. That is all.