I'm going to have a burn-out. I failed my maths and history. I've got to start my maths over this summer and retry my history final test... I was sure I had made it through. The summer class was beginning on July 10th. And you know what? They called me to tell me I had to go to the class the 10th! I was the one who responded at the phone. A woman told me if she it was the right phone number for -insert my name here-'s house. I said yes, and she told me she wanted to talk to my mom. My heart nearly squirted out my chest. I called out my mom to tell her someone was asking her on the phone. Silently, I got the phone and listenned; Your daughter will have to go to summer class. I know. It is not that bad, you think. My since i'm in highschool, each summer, I have to start my ******** maths over! I can't bear it anymore, y'see! And they called me the tenth of July when they could've called me a week earlier!??? I don't cry often. About twice a year. And it was one of this time I couldn't retain myself. I feel like i'm bearing the weight of an elephant over my shoulders. It's too hard. When will they leave me ******** alone!???
Wicked S0ul · Tue Jul 11, 2006 @ 09:09pm · 0 Comments |