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Sweaty palms and the nerous


Sweaty palms and the nervous biting of my nails

let me just start by saying that i hate pop quizzes 

Confused looks on my face don't mean i am stupid 

just means you are either going too fast or need to go back to school yourself 

cus this textbook clearly states that E = MC squared

don't tell me i cant eat my food in class while you loudly smack away at your apple

leading is a 2way street 

 you make rules 

that you need to learn to follow yourself

you pick on kids cus you we're never liked as a child

grow up 

we are supposed to be the teens here ,not you  

and lastly,  im only here because my mother forced me to get up this morning

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