Stop there and let me correct it I wanna live a life from a new perspective. You come along because I love your face and I'll admire your expensive taste. And who cares divine intervention I wanna be praised from a new perspective. But leaving now would be a good idea so catch me up on getting out of here.
I went to school with just a file filled with my notes and 3 pens inside. I don't feel like to carry my cute-size bag today, I wonder why maybe I have a shoulder injury, sort of like that. So, I had fun as usual with my annoying classmates.
My Maths teacher went to menopause state. She scold my classmates non-stop. Maths supposed to be fun with numbers, not shouting or screaming as if you were in the mental hospital taking those mental patients by your own. I was horrified by her actions just now, I feel like shouting, "Oi, continue with the sums la! Scream scream scream like there's no tomorrow." But if I do that, I would be considered as a rude person so I really need to mind my manners. Good boy, yeah!
Her menopause state cool down for a moment, she bought us twister for children's day! The way my class behave, we are considered as children instead of youth. Oh, she mentioned my name that I really work hard on my maths eventhough I failed quite number of times. I am a epic failure for maths. I didn't have maths genius inside my head, I need to hire one, seriously.
Tomorrow will be the last day of my post-secondary school days. I hope, I'll make a comback.
