(Nope! I don't think so...)
Well, guess who officially hates this class? Getting up in front of everyone, my face bright red, I prepare to embarrass myself with my terrible English. "Eh, guten tag," I begin, my face showing as little emotion as possible. "Eh, my name ees Sebastian Hans Schlesinger but you vill kall me Sebasitan only. I, uh, moved from Germany von year ago. My mutter and father schent me to vis schkool bekause I vas too schmart vor zem (a lie, of course, because even though I am technically a genius, they couldn't put up with his attitude) vis an IQ off von-forty. I lofe Eestory, espeically Vorld Var Two eestory, and, eh, I schuppose zat ess all." I hoped that they could understand what I was saying because I would hate to repeat myself.
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