"GEOMETRY" YOU SAY "BULL SHIT" I SAY

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Now for your story:

Geometry is Bull Shit

 Now that I have intrigued you with my very metaphorical mind, you must hear the true struggle of being me.

1. DAMMIT #1
2. DAMMIT #2

#1

 So right when I walked into class and I saw all of the supplies laying out on my teachers desk, I knew that we were going to be doing something different today. A few minutes after the bell rang, our teacher passed some of the supplies back and before we all knew it, we created our very own 

protractors. How absolutely uncanny.

 He then grouped our rows together so that we formed three gigantic masses and sent us outside to measure the angles of some of the school's buildings. So we had to leave the nice, warm classroom and emerge ourselves into the coldness of the late morning. Seriously, it was fucking freezing outside. We all looked like dragons because of the visibility of our breath. Another annoying thing about the weather was that it wasn’t even cloudy. It was incredibly bright. I had to squint while walking around because of it. 

 Before I continue, there is something I have to add. There aren’t that many attractive boys in my class, but the one that IS NOT one of the many basketball nerds happens to be one of the most popular, intimidating guys at my school. And I’m not going to lie, he isn’t ugly. 

 So I’m roaming around like I’m blind because it was very bright, so I couldn’t see anything, and it was cold and I was tired because I had to get up at the fricken crack of dawn for school today. We ventured further into the campus and crossed a stretch of grass. Ahead of me, some people looked back the ground and grimaced. I didn’t think nothing of it until Mr. Everything turned around at looked right at me and then down at my feet. I kind of processed what happened right when I smelled it.

 The good thing is that I didn’t step in it. But holy shit, I was close. Being your awkward queen, I didn’t even look down. I just looked straight across from me, and with a tight, emotionless face I said, “Did I step in it?” which is so incredibly stupid because I would've been able to feel the icky, squishy sensation of it if I did, now wouldn’t I? I also may have blabbered some other awkward and unnecessary forms of ramblance. Then I looked at Mr. Everything and he didn’t say anything. He just gave me a withering gaze or maybe a look of annoyance. I don’t know. All I know is... ugh.

#2

 We ended up finishing the activity later than expected, which was great because it certainly beat the insanely long and boring notes we usually always do. 

 I must have been so shaken up from almost ruining my shoes and the withering gaze and the pressure to finish this really hard worksheet he had just passed out because at the end of the class, I just shoved everything (or so I thought) in to my bag and ran out of there. 

 So I came home from school, and I went into my back pack to start my homework so that I can go to the gym later this afternoon. I reached in to find my pencil case, and Woa-la no pencil case. It sounds silly that I’m being paranoid about the most stupidest thing (a missing pencil case) but I NEED IT! It has my favorite pencil, all of my science extra credit (which I will definetly need this semester), and my calculator (which I REALLY need for fricken Geometry). And not knowing where the hell it is (I SWEAR I put it into my bag) is really freaking me out. So tomorrow, I have to go to my math class again to go ask to see if it's there. And if I can't find it there, then I would have to go to my english/yearbook class to see if I carelessly left it there. The bad thing is that I hate being in teacher's classrooms unless I’m required to be there. So I’m not to excited to pass either of my teachers an extra visit. 

 Moral of story: I hate Geometry and boys make me too nervous.