just like, fuck you.

What killed me about Claymont was I fucking...

So I missed the first 31 math classes or whatever.

She calls my mom in like November, and she's like, I haven't met your son yet.

That's hilarious.

So my mom's super pissed.

But keep in mind, after that, I'm basically on lockdown.

I have to show up to every math class. And I'm sitting dead front center. And I'm incredible at math. Like, I'm not, this isn't me blowing smoke. Like grade nine math. I was fucking, I was really good at math. Every quiz after that, I was in the 95th percentile. And so I'm sitting there saying, I'm saying to myself, like, well, she can't fail me

because I get that I missed, I get that I missed all these classes early, but I've been

acing everything.

I ace the exam.

I crush everything.

And then because I missed that, she gives me the 49.

And I'm like, why did I even bother showing up?

I'm pretty sure that, like, with missing 21 courses, you can't even pass the course.

There's a hundred ninety four school days.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Because that was the thing.

She was like,

you'd have to not miss a class from now on. And I was like, done. I can fucking do that. I hate you, but I'll do it. So you should have to, you should have to go to 82.

Like again, this is my thing.

I had so many teachers.

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