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[01 Feb 2011|09:58am] |
It's official. My physics teacher totally has it in for me. I mean. I probably should've seen this coming, but I never thought she'd be so ruthless, but her clothes, if they were any indication, should've been a full-oh series of red flags. If I don't figure out this physics thing, I'm totally not going to graduate and the world, as I know it, will end.
Now, normally I'd remedy this problem with baked goods and going to tutorials; however, my physics teacher is gluten intolerant and gets offended by anything with wheat in it. Plus, she's a bitter middle aged woman who has twenty cats and speaks more fondly of her cats than of people. Redeeming social values? None. Needless to say, my pleas for help and tutorials have been met with scoffs and eye rolls.
Why can't physics be easier? I mean. When am I ever going to use physics in real life? I mean, seriously. It's not like I'm going to be cruising the mall and going, "You know, if a guy dropped a bowling ball from the ceiling at 60 miles per hour, and a locomotive heads to New York at 300 miles per hour..."
Hmph. I hate my life. Looks like it's a Zac Efron and tub of Rocky Road night for me. ;_;
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