Tuesday is the last day of school. BUT, I will not be in my classes. I will be tucked away with my most favorite person. Making out and so on. WHICH WILL BE AMAZING! I didn't go to first second third or fourth period. I spent second and third with that favorite person, and went to fifth and wrote an essay in twenty minutes. And I hope to whoever that I actually do well. However my english teacher obviously hates me. The essay I spent eight days writing and revising I got a C on. A C. WHAT THE HELL. And I thought I had done a pretty good job on it. :( So yeah, she fuckin' hates me.On the last day of school, what the hell is the point of going to classes you aren't going to do anything in? Comment if you see my point.
