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First day at the Marshall Bone Academy for Disinterested Children.
The gates are not what I expected.
I knew from comments in the now deleted posts that this was a place to fear.
Its entrance would have no welcome mat.
Hope would not be knocking on these doors.
It wouldn’t even stop by and ask to check the gas meter while allowing for curious eyes to sleuth out suspicious shadows.
Upon entering, it was obvious the devil pays no tuition here.
I’ve done my fair share of horrible jobs.
One usually more hopeful than the next but I may have overplayed my cards this time.
By the look of dead lanterns and dimly lit candles in the hallways, my ability to power hope is bleak.
Any electricity has abandoned this place.
This will be the worst C++ computer programming class I’ve ever taught.