i can hardly stand ( agnes )
Nov 26, 2016 1:24:26 GMT -5
Post by glissando on Nov 26, 2016 1:24:26 GMT -5
parker lyra bowden
Look, it's not my fault my teachers don't recognize my brilliance. My mind runs at a mile a minute, I just don't apply myself. I can do everything I need to do to get a job and survive, so why do they even care? My grades aren't great, sure, but they aren't nearly dismal enough for this. I most certainly do not need a damn tutor.
The whole thing was orchestrated by my math teacher. Numbers have never been my forte, and she's a bitch, so it makes sense that'd she'd be behind it. I knew nothing good could be happening when she called me to stay after class and my suspicions were confirmed when she gave me the news. I'd skip, but she threatened to tell my mother and frankly, I'm a bit scared of her. (You didn't hear it from me, okay?)
So here I sit, after school, when I should be working or messing around or doing anything other than being here, in front of some girl I've never met. She looks like a nerd - exactly the kind of person I don't want to be around. I sit back in my chair and fold my arms across my chest. I don't have to play along with this, and I'm not going to.
"I don't want to be here," I inform the girl, jutting out my chin in rebellion. Maybe if I intimidate her I can leave sooner.
{ title lyrics from "the stand" by mother mother }
The whole thing was orchestrated by my math teacher. Numbers have never been my forte, and she's a bitch, so it makes sense that'd she'd be behind it. I knew nothing good could be happening when she called me to stay after class and my suspicions were confirmed when she gave me the news. I'd skip, but she threatened to tell my mother and frankly, I'm a bit scared of her. (You didn't hear it from me, okay?)
So here I sit, after school, when I should be working or messing around or doing anything other than being here, in front of some girl I've never met. She looks like a nerd - exactly the kind of person I don't want to be around. I sit back in my chair and fold my arms across my chest. I don't have to play along with this, and I'm not going to.
"I don't want to be here," I inform the girl, jutting out my chin in rebellion. Maybe if I intimidate her I can leave sooner.
{ title lyrics from "the stand" by mother mother }
