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It's quite bad when you get to the point where you really regret doing something, and you try and work out ways and excuses to never have to go and do something again. Today was the lid on the coffin for everything maths at school. Sodding Mr Price. I was fuming. You weren't even teaching. Why not refuse to be of any help and not give us past papers and then kindly remind us it's all irrelevant? When it's not really and it's still more help than any of the maths staff put together. Just the sort of attitude from a teacher we really need. Mr Patel. Useless. Teach us the syllabus before giving us a past paper which, oh gosh, we can't do.
Then it got even better when I came home and managed to smash a mug of tea all over the kitchen floor. Fuck sake. This week's been shite.
Makes me think of the what is, and the what could've been. I wish it was the latter.
At least I've got a week and a bit to calm down.
Cheer me up please. Thank you.
Then it got even better when I came home and managed to smash a mug of tea all over the kitchen floor. Fuck sake. This week's been shite.
Makes me think of the what is, and the what could've been. I wish it was the latter.
At least I've got a week and a bit to calm down.
Cheer me up please. Thank you.