ITS WINTER BREAK. I AM FREE FROM THE ENDLESS TORTURE OF SCHOOL AND HOMEWORK (we're not talking about my science fair experiment) AND I CAN WAKE UP AT 8 INSTEAD OF 6 FRICKIN AM.
You know what i hate? Book reports. They make no sense. Why would I go to the front of the class to talk about the book when they can just read the back. Not to mention, NO ONE HAS EVER BEEN ABLE TO HEAR ME IN PRESENTATION BECAUSE MY FRICKIN VOCALS SUCK AND I'M INCAPABLE. So in short, I don't like book reports. Thank you.
I once got a B because I fidgeted a lot. Like, hell yeah I'm gonna fidget, I never speak in class and ur asking me to basically do a speech in front of judgemental seventh graders.