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Frickity Frack
Dude, school is a hellhole designed to make teenagers bored, pent-up, restless, and angry. Or violent to a fault. And yet, i like it there sometimes, usually when everyone else but my friends goes away. Too, too much math to learn before the end of the week and exams therein. Math is the devil, in that i am unanimous.
However, english is a giveaway, so i guess i shouldn't be complaining. Of course, english is my thing, so of course i'm not worried. All i have to do is re-read hamlet and Catcher in the Rye, then stew it over awhile, and i'm guaranteed a 90 on the exam. God i love being able to read well ^_^.
Another However, however, is that i also am under pressure to put on a play right after exams, playing a robot with no brain. But whatever, i can learn the lines......i think. Maybe. No matter, i'll just be a fool onstage as usual. Plus i am involved in another play that requires a little more of my time. meh. I can multitask, i'm actually talking to three other people as i type this. I think i'll survive.
In conclusion, School makes me wibbly and such. and not in the good way.
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