Hijacking the meeting

First time I came she hijacked the meeting. It has no sense to ask why. She took it to Tibet, full of herself, the biggest monk of all. Second time I came she hijacked it again. She was a witch this time communicating with dead. I came the third time. There she is taking the meeting as far as to Moon. Our six grade teacher knows it all. I thought the meetings supposed to be about writing. They are not. They are about six grade teacher conducting her class. Ring the bell, the class is dismissed. I don't want to come to the class about six grade teacher, so important, so full of herself, so full of bullshit. Copyright 8/2009 Marie Neumann, Pottsville