Oh. My. Fuggin. God.
(I am fifteen now. That means I'm allowed to say fug.)
Finals are next week. I'm going to fail them all.
All 200 QUESTION 20% OF MY GRADE OF THEM.
I'm truly scared. How could I have been so stupid?
Why did I take Art? Why? I do not know perspective! I cannot write the color wheel!
I might as well jump off a bridge. My future would probably turn out the same way as it will when I FAIL TENTH GRADE.
Fail.
Fail.
FAIL.
Plus Christmas is soon, and I hate Christmas. It's just 50,000 pounds of stress and ham. Nobody needs that much stress. Or ham.
And Mi Madre's new boyfriend is coming over the day after, so there goes my fun laying-in-bed eating-Christmas-candy holiday. The Evil Madre will force me to clean the entire house to impress HIM.
And I don't even like HIM. He seems like a skeevy jerkface. And I've only met him twice.
And the second time all I saw was the back of his head, so that might not even count.
I'm supposed to be mopping the floor and studying right now, actually, but I do not feel like it.
When I open up my Algebra book it only scares me even more. It's worse than a Doberman Pincher. Pinscher. Pincher. Whatever, it is scary.
And the floor is very big to mop. It's intimidating.
In more impotant news....
I WANT TO DYE MY HAIR BLONDE.
Platinum blonde. Like Scarlett Johansson type blonde.
I think it will set off my features, or whatever. And I'm tired of having plain old brown hair. It's boring.
I asked Mi Madre if I could, and she said No.
That means "Try Again Later" in Madre-speak.
I will be blonde!
And dead!
But blonde!
More when there is more to write.
(I am fifteen now. That means I'm allowed to say fug.)
Finals are next week. I'm going to fail them all.
All 200 QUESTION 20% OF MY GRADE OF THEM.
I'm truly scared. How could I have been so stupid?
Why did I take Art? Why? I do not know perspective! I cannot write the color wheel!
I might as well jump off a bridge. My future would probably turn out the same way as it will when I FAIL TENTH GRADE.
Fail.
Fail.
FAIL.
Plus Christmas is soon, and I hate Christmas. It's just 50,000 pounds of stress and ham. Nobody needs that much stress. Or ham.
And Mi Madre's new boyfriend is coming over the day after, so there goes my fun laying-in-bed eating-Christmas-candy holiday. The Evil Madre will force me to clean the entire house to impress HIM.
And I don't even like HIM. He seems like a skeevy jerkface. And I've only met him twice.
And the second time all I saw was the back of his head, so that might not even count.
I'm supposed to be mopping the floor and studying right now, actually, but I do not feel like it.
When I open up my Algebra book it only scares me even more. It's worse than a Doberman Pincher. Pinscher. Pincher. Whatever, it is scary.
And the floor is very big to mop. It's intimidating.
In more impotant news....
I WANT TO DYE MY HAIR BLONDE.
Platinum blonde. Like Scarlett Johansson type blonde.
I think it will set off my features, or whatever. And I'm tired of having plain old brown hair. It's boring.
I asked Mi Madre if I could, and she said No.
That means "Try Again Later" in Madre-speak.
I will be blonde!
And dead!
But blonde!
More when there is more to write.
2 comments:
hey comeon open the book and just read and try to solve as much as u can problems and stuff.
Math is easy as long as u practice it.
Don't give up, i have failed 9th grade when i was in school and it f***d up my life, but hey look at the bright side i am in university now!
So don't be affraid, just study as much as u can, force urself because it is ur future, put urself in the mood.
I can feel you, but it is something obligatory!
I did not leave behind 20 million comments. In fact, this comment doesn't exist either!
Oh, and math is easy. Just try to use analogies and paradigms to comprehend the material.
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