Forced to Eat That Which Isn't Pleasant

Oh my great golly ghandi.
This is the last week of the term and I think I might just explode. Teachers continue to feed me and feed me projects, tests, and homework, constantly being fed something that tastes revolting and really makes me want just HURT something. THE AMOUNT OF HOMEWORK I HAVE DONE IN THE PAST WEEK IS ABSOLUTELY INHUMAN! This is kinda how I feel.

Stupid stupid stupid! Especially math. I have to memorize 89 math rules WORD FOR FREAKING WORD. I somewhat feel like I'm about to puke up some large tree and then be forced to eat it again and then throw it up once more.
Pleasant?

Not really.

So I try to keep myself sane by delegating the majority of my time to homework (Good Ghandi) and at least a little bit of what remains to things I enjoy. (Writing, this blog, etc. etc.)

Silly teachers, don't you understand the emotional trauma you cause to us students by furiously handing out projects like no tomorrow?
I can just see teachers standing there with an evil smirk, saying "Silly people, homework is for STUDENTS! YEAH THAT'S RIGHT STUDENTS! YOU DESERVE IT!"
I then kinda just cower into a corner whispering, "Yeah, I guess you're right...."
If you know Fluttershy from my Little Pony, then that's who I feel like.
Also, if you know Fluttershy from My Little Pony, then I love you. We should get married.
Unless you're a guy, because that would just make things awkward.

REALLY awkward . . .

Well, foolish me has spent too much time on this blog. I'll try to update more often, considering that, well, I don't. (I don't exactly know how else to say that.)

So au revoir my friends! Have a good week and I hope you all make it through the term. For any adults reading this, I hate you. I envy your not-having-to-go-to-school-ness.

Goodbye!