Math 10:12 a.m.
I'm thinking that the most basic thing about this class is that it sucks.
Big giant balls.
I can't stand most of the students in here. The teacher needs to be less of a dick and more about teaching a class. I mean seriously how hard is it to make a class more lively. I understand that the way you teach and all but are fucking joking right now?
Plus it doesn't help that this is sort of my own fault. I think maybe if I just worked harder than I wouldn't be here stuck in a fucking CP class. I'm much more smarter than this and this is just a slap in my face and including my ego.
One word to describe what I'm feeling right now: regret.
Regret that I didn't work hard enough in that class to be better.
And now we're finally starting. Kill me know.
Please kill me now!
Holy shit I'm actually falling asleep.
For the first time in all of this class, I actually wrote something down instead of wanting to bang my head up against a damn wall.
I'm seriously debating whether or not to actually switch out of that class
Mr. Davis told me I have the grade from last year and my freshmen year.
But I'm honestly still trying to figure out what the hell is keeping me in this shithole of a classroom.
Then I remember. And I absolutely hate that I remember because he's a complete and total jerk.
Like the biggest asshole of this century.
I refuse to reveal names for the fact that what if this gets out to eveyone
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