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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