My dear constituants,
All of you have no doubt at some time, either through gym class or sport, experienced the horror that is the wrestling room. It is the type of room you'd expect to find cheesy, 1980's scary movie serial killers in. Ceiling tiles are missing, there are holes in the walls that have been left unpatched, the windows are constantly open (even in the frigid winter weather), and worst of all there are hairs littering the floor. Because of the latter, there are also constant complaints at the volume of the hairs, usually in the form of whining. All of this makes for an extremely unpleasant experience. Now imagine, just for a moment, if just one of those issues were remedied, how much happier the class would be. The wrestling room is an analogy for the whole school. Everywhere you look, there is worn wooden cabinets, dirty linolleum, peeling viynl baseboards, broken tiles, and skid-marked walls. It detracts from the schools fine academic reputation, and lowers both the staff and the student's pride in this fine school. Today, I make a vow. If I am elected to school council, I promis, no, vow, to bring the shcool to glory. So prepare, my constituants, to once again respect and admire your school.
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