I usually love English class, because I am a pretty good reader, plus I love to write. I am usually in the teacher's favor because of my writing and reading. But not this time. This English teacher, like, hates the world or something. She really has it in for me and I don't know why. Even when I do something right, I get yelled at. I don't get it.
But that's not the worst of it. Besides me, there are three other girls in that class. Otherwise, it's all a bunch of flunking, hillbillyish, loud, ignorant farmboys who tease me whenever possible. One of them even threatened me today just because I looked at him. And, unfortunately, I can't drop that class because I need it to graduate. And, to make matters worse, I can't switch hours because I'd have to drop my sewing class and switch my math class. Either that or I go into the other English and drop Geography, which I happen to like. And I can't drop sewing, because I love to sew. It sucks.
Well, forty-three days left. I got accepted into a realllyyyy good college in the city, away from the sticks. That still doesn't stop me from wishing I could drop out. I hate my school and most of the kids in it. They're just so mean for no reason.
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