So I talked to my father in order to warn him about the horrendous things he would hear when he talks to my Maths teacher.
And although he was upset at first, once I explained to him how I had missed half of the Maths lessons in the last half-term due to him leaving, he soon forgave me and said that it's fine because he knows I'm still good at Maths and that it's not my intelligence that's the problem, it's my concentration.
And also, I wish I had my history teacher from last year again. He had told me that I would go to Oxford due to my intelligence, and that I was better at History than his Year 11 students, and to hear someone else being told by the teacher we have now that they should do GCSE History, it's.. It's kinda devastating.
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RandomMY LIFE AGAIN! THIRD BOOK, GUYS, THANKS FOR STICKING WITH ME EVEN THOUGH I'M A HUGE BITCH! WHOOP WHOOP!
