You know what?

I'm tired of hearing about 9/11 and doing something in school to remember it every year. Yeah, it was tragic and I feel bad for everyone directly effected...

But really, making your gym class run up and down the stairs of Teacher's College just is not okay.

I'm so glad it's tomorrow and not Monday. How sad is that?

Hanging from the ceiling of my US History classroom in reference to papers with a newsweek cover on each side:

"In US history there is always two sides to every issue!"

Please tell me I'm not insane and that is not ok.

This mt. dew expires on my birthday.

The end.

I can't do this anymore.

No. I'm not talking about the Academy at all.

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I'm coming to realize more and more that my class isn't stupid... just teenagers having stupid fun.

I fucking hate people.

I'm done.

Fuck. This. Shit.

Fuck guys.
Fuck gay.
Fuck problems.
Fuck other people's problems.
Fuck bitches who spread shit they don't know.
Fuck fat hags.
Fuck school.
Fuck my locker.
Fuck infections.
Fuck ever meeting some people.
Fuck guys.
Fuck everything.

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