Calculus is hell

My teacher's a mess. So is my grade. She says she's only here to get paid. She's still in school like you and me. She's trying to get her bachelor's degree. I hated her so much at the beginning of the year, always entering the class in fear. Until one day I realized that I didn't need the class, so I came in everyday with a late pass. My new schedule came in yesterday, now I have off blocks to goof off and play.

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