taken from Henny Penny edited by Joseph Jacobs
My sky is falling.
Thanks to one subject (who knows, probably more), I won't be getting a medal. Thanks to my incapability to comprehend velocity and momentum and collision, I won't be able to get what I do every single year. Yeah, it's my fault that I just can't get the concept of it all. But I guess I just find it unfair. On my last year, I'm not going to get recognized for things I worked so freaking hard for my entire life.
I'm angry because I know that even if I did learn something (which is what is supposedly important), I don't get any form of recognition. No pat on the back. Nothing. I'm upset at myself because I just can't seem to grasp supposed simple lessons that neurotics like Newton created centuries back. I'm frustrated because no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't make it to the stupid cutoff grade. I'm pissed off because when I needed to vent and get it out of my system, people who I thought I could count on, were nowhere to be found.
So my sky is falling right before my summer and isn't that just the grandest way to end this year.