i wanna tell you, i hate maths.
hell yeah, who loves maths? well, except for my sister, that jane austen. but, maths a superduper mean subject which always makes the wires in my petite lil brain go springy out. it gives me eyebags. my eyesight becomes sick of facing it. i have to wear thick lens glasses because of it (well actually, that's because i love to watch gossip girls from a really superb distance, if you know what i mean).
but maths. i canNOT believe, once i've finished every question my teacher asked me to do, i felt a huge wave of happiness washed over me. i know, when once you've finished something so tiring and so god-damn-it-like, you will feel the exact same way. but to me, it's a first time. it's like, really something. what i'm actually telling you is that, maths isn't that bad. i hate it when i'm not doing it. but, i love it after i've finished doing it. (???) well pleasepleaseplease try your best to understand.
well, WHATEVER. right now, i have a huge massive problemmmm. i havent done my folio. yet. why is there folios? why do we have to do folios? and the major problem is, WHY DO WE HAVE TO DO A FOLIO ABOUT OUR GODDAMNIT SCHOOOOOL?!
it's hard. i'm telling you, it's hard! superddupermajor hard, to me. i have done some things, lets just say, i've done a freakin few of them. my history teacher's really gonna gimme a free kick. well, my head, as the main target.
you know what? it effects real well if the teachers a meaner. if she is a superduper bad tempered one, or or or a superduper good tempered one, the students will surely like or or or hate the subject. as for me, i hate maths. you know what i mean. well, actually, i could really love maths. if the teacher's a nicer version.
well. yah. when we sit for a long time, we'll get a lovely dessert from the back of the house.
bye for now. more miracles comin soon, baby.
hell yeah, who loves maths? well, except for my sister, that jane austen. but, maths a superduper mean subject which always makes the wires in my petite lil brain go springy out. it gives me eyebags. my eyesight becomes sick of facing it. i have to wear thick lens glasses because of it (well actually, that's because i love to watch gossip girls from a really superb distance, if you know what i mean).
but maths. i canNOT believe, once i've finished every question my teacher asked me to do, i felt a huge wave of happiness washed over me. i know, when once you've finished something so tiring and so god-damn-it-like, you will feel the exact same way. but to me, it's a first time. it's like, really something. what i'm actually telling you is that, maths isn't that bad. i hate it when i'm not doing it. but, i love it after i've finished doing it. (???) well pleasepleaseplease try your best to understand.
well, WHATEVER. right now, i have a huge massive problemmmm. i havent done my folio. yet. why is there folios? why do we have to do folios? and the major problem is, WHY DO WE HAVE TO DO A FOLIO ABOUT OUR GODDAMNIT SCHOOOOOL?!
it's hard. i'm telling you, it's hard! superddupermajor hard, to me. i have done some things, lets just say, i've done a freakin few of them. my history teacher's really gonna gimme a free kick. well, my head, as the main target.
you know what? it effects real well if the teachers a meaner. if she is a superduper bad tempered one, or or or a superduper good tempered one, the students will surely like or or or hate the subject. as for me, i hate maths. you know what i mean. well, actually, i could really love maths. if the teacher's a nicer version.
well. yah. when we sit for a long time, we'll get a lovely dessert from the back of the house.
bye for now. more miracles comin soon, baby.
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