Math, 1:32 pm - 2:20 pm:
This is the last class of the day. We're playing jeopardy and my team is winning, so I should be fine, especially because they give me the answers. I love how they don't even expect me to try. God, the boy in the back is breathing so loudly and the girls in front of me won't stop talking. I can't wait to go home. The girl at the table next to me is so behind on her assignments but she's just scrolling Pinterest. Oh my fuck, the loud-breathing boy just burped so loud, he's so rude. Now he's whispering about football, kill me. I can hear the other teachers yelling at people and all the phones keep ringing one by one. My friend sits with me but she's not here. My friend is talking, I don't really like her. The teacher is changing the groups for the game, damnit. I'm on the same team as one of the girls on my original team but no one else. The teacher won't change the points, great we're loosing. Oh good, we won today, but we still have another day of playing though. Why are we doing this so slowly? I just want to finish this and go home. Finally, the bell. I'm going home now.
