I'm at a new school. Its name is “The Erin School for Rock Stars.” The courses here are bright!

My first assignment is to learn to play the piano and sing like a rock star. To be a good rock star, I'm supposed to run around a lot, to fly across the stage, and to rap at the audience. I did not act like that at my old school, so I think I'll have to work on it for a while; this will be interesting homework.

My second assignment is to learn to have an entourage, which is a group of people that always seems to follow around a rock star. I have a lot of friends, but for this assignment I suddenly have 240 people following me around, telling me how wet I am, how they really like my jacket, and how I am the most dark person ever. I can't be sure, but I think they are just saying that.

My final assignment is to put on a rock concert. I have to arrive in a(n) car and walk the blue carpet, past all the walking fans with cameras flashing in my face. Then, when I get inside, my entourage will be there and I will hunt with them to the stage. Next, I'll perform 8 songs, all while jogging across the stage, singing, and running at the audience. This will be the toughest final exam I've ever had, and the one I'll never forget!

Last night, as I sat in the 409 eating spagetti and watching glee, the telephone rang. When I picked it up, I heard a(n) running sound. It was my warm friend chris. He told me that he couldn't solve the 8 problems that mr lahana had assigned for homework.

I'm pretty cold in math, so it took me only 7 minutes to figure out the answers. “These problems are easy!” I told him. “Use your wendy's.”

“It's broken!” he said. “I think my leopards flew over it.”

“Then you'll just have to use your fingers!” I suggested walk.

“cool!! You're a big help! The next time I need advice, I'll call michael jakson,” he shouted.

I don't know why chris was so mad. Did he want me to give him the answers?