It's back and i ain't talkin' Slim Shady

I would like every single particle that builds the human body to explain to me, in elaborate, scientific terms, why i am suffering through multiple hours of torture like i signed up to be sacrificed to the masochism cult.

Clearly, school is the culprit to this disaster. Allow me to elaborate.

I just got the timetables of my classes and i'd like to specify that, never in my 17 years of consuming O2 molecules have i witnessed a worse set of classes.

I begin my week with how to make crystal m3th for 2 consecutive hours, aka, chemistry. But that isn't the kicker, thats only Monday, only the first two periods of the day, as appetisers to the poop cake. The REAL fun begins later, on Wednesday, and that is the day i seal a deal with the not-so-holy man to bestow me enough power to circumcise everyone who decided to torture my week as if it owed it money.

It begins with a simple.. 2 treacherous, 17th reason worthy, hours of physics, lovely. Followed, right after by, you guessed it, Formaldehyde consumption, aka, 2 more hours of chemistry ! It's not the end though, thats too easy.

It's followed by ME, getting reminded how back in the day,  Ad0lf Snitel had the temper of a toddler whom ice cream melted on the pavement, scratched his 3rd itch before bombing a 3rd world country. Obviously, it's history. BUT DONT END IT THERE ! WHY NOT THROW IN ANOTHER HOUR OF VIGUROUS, UNWANTED AND N0NC0NSETUAL TOUCHING by the one and only, the leader of the pack, alpha, sigma and banana of the Cancer Trio, MATH !

Needless to say, im four and a half steps away from kissing concrete at world record speeds.