"NO...PLEASE..! MOMMYY!"
So. How 'bout those report cards.
An 88 in Chemistry sounds about right, considering the fact I spend half of Naumann's class drooling on the edge of my desk and the other half resisting the urge to jump out of my seat and strangle him with his tie while he smugly comments on how stupid the rest of the world is because they're not sitting in room 143 listening to his lecture on a topic that is irrelevant to the regents. There is, of course, always the option of trying to staple myself to death with his stupid blue staples but I'm trying to save that for the Chem regents when I am forced to realize I have no idea what's going on. As soon as my parents come to terms with this fact all will be right with the world.
I proceeded to spend the rest of the day curled in the fetal position on the floor after finding out I got a 92 in psych fiction.
the end.
An 88 in Chemistry sounds about right, considering the fact I spend half of Naumann's class drooling on the edge of my desk and the other half resisting the urge to jump out of my seat and strangle him with his tie while he smugly comments on how stupid the rest of the world is because they're not sitting in room 143 listening to his lecture on a topic that is irrelevant to the regents. There is, of course, always the option of trying to staple myself to death with his stupid blue staples but I'm trying to save that for the Chem regents when I am forced to realize I have no idea what's going on. As soon as my parents come to terms with this fact all will be right with the world.
I proceeded to spend the rest of the day curled in the fetal position on the floor after finding out I got a 92 in psych fiction.
the end.