dear god, how many hours has it even been? feels like decades or centuries ever since physics just started.
crap. the teacher just said my name. why you always gotta choose me? why do people expect so much of me anyways?
"fifty newtons?"
i say. i know the whole entire class is gonna turn me into the laughing stock of the school, but i would rather have that happen then the teacher thinking that i'm not even paying attention to class.
wait nevermind. hold that thought. what am i even saying, is this why i'm the last person anyone would want near them?
"mhmmm, maybe you're not as good as i thought."
she said, with the most snarkiest tone ever.
christ, she really thinks that i'm good at physics..
please for the love of god, tell me she's not gonna say that i have to be sent off to a tutor or something.
my parents would literally kill me.
waaaait, doesn't everyone say that? haha, i don't wanna be cliche. but no, they literally are gonna slit my damn throat if they found out.
maybe i should just let it go and take my mind off of it. but how????!?
god, i ask myself too many questions..
like 30 minutes, or years should i say, just passed so physics is about to end right now. thank god.
i just can't wait for the sweet relief of the dean's voice announcing lunch in the courtyard.
it just has this weird, amazingly satisfying feeling, like the death of one of your enemies. don't we all have the same feeling when lunch is announced?
oh and i can't believe i'm literally saying this, but how people do even introduce themselves to others?
do i just say "hey my name is evan and i'm an absolute loser" or "bonjour je suis stupido"
i just wish i could learn how to evaluate myself or at least learn how the heck people are really good at math.
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Short Story"i screwed up. big time. i wish i could've at least made up for all of my shitty mistakes and broken promises." and they always tell me "no, it's not your fault. you didn't do anything wrong. " easy for you to say.
