06-23-2013, 05:09 AM
Last night I was in a classroom of my old elementary school, you know, the one where I used to lock myself up in the bathroom every day,
and we had to make a test. *shivers* There were a pile of questions written ever so chaotically on a chalkboard and I didn't understand why the questions were presented that way and when I asked the teacher and he just looked at me and smiled, which was rather unsetteling. Anyway, everybody else in the room seem to have no trouble whatsoever so I began to write down the questions first but then everything on the chalkboard turned into jibberish, it didn't make sense at all. So I thought; oh well. Same old, same old. I guess that's how I always felt during my entire school period, which was slightly traumatic.
and we had to make a test. *shivers* There were a pile of questions written ever so chaotically on a chalkboard and I didn't understand why the questions were presented that way and when I asked the teacher and he just looked at me and smiled, which was rather unsetteling. Anyway, everybody else in the room seem to have no trouble whatsoever so I began to write down the questions first but then everything on the chalkboard turned into jibberish, it didn't make sense at all. So I thought; oh well. Same old, same old. I guess that's how I always felt during my entire school period, which was slightly traumatic.
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