Ah. It stinks. It so happens that we have music today too.
Man, I though last week was the last lesson.
This sucks.
All the way to the sun and back.
Times infinity.
Plus my age.
Times infinity.
...
Today we also received our Chemistry PT.
Tomorrow we have to hand up our EL Lit PT.
Yesterday was a happy day.
Tomorrow will be a gloomy day.
Today I feel like stabbing someone.
...
I think I have enough glooms to start to want to paint my fingernails black.
And also wear all black, not just my watch, wristband, and rubber band.
I want to dunk all my worksheets in calligraphy ink before handing them in.
And also put the teachers' head into a bottomless pit of slimy darkness.
I wish the PTs will just be carried away with the wind, and so will responsibility.
And with that all my frustrations and I'm-going-bald stress.
You know what?
Teachers and murderous homework are going to live for eternity till the world ends.
Because they say the good die young.
