13 hour factory shift

Now, since today I have to spend my every weekday in this jail till 15:10, which sucks balls so much, today we had our first classes (8), and I think I'm gonna die. My legs are giving up on me. My eyes too. I think someone is planning this just to kill me. I guess the second year really is that bad. My whole life flashed before my eyes. At least I don't have PE tomorrow.

I'm a bit useless at home, it's like I'm a noodle, really. I need to get used to this schedule ASAP or I'll collapse and never get up again.

My classmates are already dickheads who just pick on people for no reason. Maybe if you're so boring you can't entertain yourself... I don't blame you. Civic education is, as I said, social studies. Apparently, it's a cover-up for history and present, a subject that has a lot of controversies because of the workbook that came with it (a lot of homophobic, racist, and just biased views in there).

Math is gonna be fine, I wouldn't worry about that with the teacher (though the "teacher user manual" paper she hung is gonna haunt me forever, "don't forget your homework or she'll become FURIOUS," is she letting out her alpha side? I'd hang myself if I were that paper, too,) since she was a bit strict with the rules, but nothing crazy. Just clear boundary setting, I hope nobody in my class gets her mad because she's chill as hell actually. but who knows wth those assholes.

English is the same as last year. I just got a bit insecure at the "what did you do this summer" question since i did... nothing other than being an incompetent loser napping in a stinky bed I guess.

Still, when I came home I thought I was gonna pass out. My mom thought I was crying/unconcous on my bed but I was just resting. My classmates are gonna be the biggest problem this year. I forgot how obnoxious some of them are. They're even louder than me.

I'll see what happens next day.

Goodnight, imaginary audience. i'll fill up the space in the blogs tomorrow. Au revoir. I jump off a bridge theatretically.