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I need the weekend! When I will have time to pay attention to Roberta, and read at leisure and not with panic, and not have to type anything worth an obscene amount of my grade, and eat giant full meals not coffee as I'm walking or snack between classes or frozen box food while I study. And most importantly, not have to tell people to stop talking to me because it's distracting and I don't have time for a long, supposedly charming, personal anecdote or to catch up on how my day was. I don't care about my freaking day! I care about what will be on that sheet of paper tomorrow that will indirectly determine my future.
I hate school. And I smell strawberries.... mmmmm strawberries.
On another note, did you know that our alphabet came from a North Semetic alphabet in Palestine? Fun Fact for tuesday.
I hate school. And I smell strawberries.... mmmmm strawberries.
On another note, did you know that our alphabet came from a North Semetic alphabet in Palestine? Fun Fact for tuesday.