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the thought of 15 minutes until accounting, leaves a taste in my mouth similiar to that of just having freshly puked. the sick kind of puke too, that really feels frothy. my teacher is just so frustrating. he does this thing, where he stutters, as to force the class to finish the word. he thinks its a learning tactic and makes it very apparent, but then sometimes he either by accident or on purpose does it during regular conversation, anytime really. it's so the most infuriating thing in the world i'd about say. especially because sometimes people just don't know the answer, or think the joke is funny, sometimes generationally speaking. as was the case where the answer was "how big" to the question "how big" and we all kept looking at each other having no idea what the fuck he was talking about. siiiiiiiiiiighhh. these thoughts make me want to change my major. i don't like this stuff, any of it. maybe the whole isn't worth the sum of it's parts. i'm going to talk to my guidance counselor manana, but she kinda sucks and i don't know, like i feel like i want to be in the major i'm in i just want to take a different route.