Ok, so I thought everyone else was joking about this aping being so ridiculously hard to use and work on, but they’re not. I needed to do 6 practice sats so my parents will let me drive to see my friends, so I opened the app to start working on my sats. Right when I opened the app, the entire screen froze and I was unable to click practice assessments. I tried exiting the tab and opening it again, but it wasn’t helping me at all. After powering off my iPad and turning it back on, it still wouldn’t load. I told my mom this and she suggested we take this to the Bluebook developers. After walking 510 hours to get to Nebraska where I would hopefully find the developers my feet were in excruciating pain, my clothes were tattered, and an army of mummified english teachers were behind me. Sprinting to the nearest fort I could find, I realized I had walked into a secret base full of Bluebook operators. I explained to them the lengths I have gone to get my car back, and they simply laughed at me. They told me this was a test to see how far I was willing to go to get my car back. Suddenly, two CIA members backed up by a Mexican Cartel grabbed me and dragged me underneath the building where I found hundreds of detained high schoolers in various holding cells. Soon after throwing and locking me into a cell alone, they gave me a new iPad and a charger to go along with it. This was 10 years ago. I have missed my highschool graduation, my brother, Jason’s, wedding, and I am still unable to drive my car to visit my friends who have all built new lives while I am trapped underground. If someone reads this, please send me a kids happy meal and chalk so that I may entertain myself with more than my ipad.

Everything was going completely normal in my life and all was great. I heard about this application for taking tests and I decided to download it. Immediately after the download, my testes enlarged to the size of bowling balls and were glowing green. The doctors and tech office say that the app included malware that caused every radioactive particle in the observable universe and every wavelength of light to directly aim straight at the users balls. After this they swelled up to the size of the red balls outside of target and it became a huge problem. I got a call from the President of the United States saying he may have a solution. They knocked me out and flew me out to an undisclosed location in a C-130 Cargo plane because my balls had grown too big. When I finally woke up I realized they had left me at the base of Mount Everest. There was a note stapled to my balls saying “There is an ancient monk who lives at the top who can cure your BlueBook Ball Disease (BBD), but you must mount the journey alone. I immediately started trekking, using my loose and radioactive ball skin as an insulating coat. By the time I had reached the top to meet the monk I had gained the ability to excrete broccoli cheddar soup from my body. Once I met the monk he did a ritual on my balls and then used them as a gong and suddenly the pain disappeared. They immediately fell off and started rolling down Mount Everest. They caused a massive Avalanche killing all the Nepali villagers below. After the snow had settled it turns out Mount Everest was actually covering a massive volcano. My balls rolling down the mountain erupted a seismic chain reaction erupting every volcano in the world all at once, and putting the human species extinct. Overall would not recommend.

May 2025. It was a warm spring morning before the week of AP exams started. The outside was a beautiful picture. But underneath students were dreading not the test, but the platform the test would be taken on. For the first week there was barely an issue. Sure, the reference windows would malfunction on math, or it would completely from internet, or the app would crash and cause students to lose half of their testing time mid test. However, none of that was worth wasting their time and effort to cash in their generously offered free retake and waste another 3+ hours on testing. That is until the last day. It was May 16th the beginning of the afternoon. Students flooded their school’s testing rooms to take their AP Psych exam. They waited with a lack of eagerness to log in. Nothing. They were stuck at the loading screen, over half of the test takers many of which it was the day of prom. Stuck in the clinical room until 1 pm until “more updates came through” I, dear readers, will update if they have an actual update, and we are not plagued by more madness.

movie script According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Coming! Hang on a second. Hello? Barry? Adam? Can you believe this is happening? I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs, Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. You got lint on your fuzz. Ow! That's me! Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! Hey, Adam. Hey, Barry. Is that fuzz gel? A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around The Hive. You did come back different. Hi, Barry. Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. Hear about Frankie? Yeah. You going to the funeral? No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp under the circumstances. Well, Adam, today we are men. We are! Bee-men. Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive City graduating class of 9:15. That concludes our ceremonies And begins your career at Honex Industries