I find it rather annoying how some people say their class. Like I listened to this conversation a while ago:
“Hey what class do you have next?”
“Oh I have Math 31 IB calculus afterwards,”

w0oW let me bask in your intelligent glory, your highness.

Okay people you know what to do, just scroll past this little shitty rant.

So our math teacher gave us homework on the first day and it was on simplifying polynomials with exponents. I think she’s deliberately trying to make us feel bad because the questions have ridiculously unnecessary amounts of brackets and fractions and all that jazz, so it looks like some alien message or something.
AND she said that this worksheet should be done fairly easily because this is a ‘basic skill’ that we should have learned. No bitch, addition and subtraction are basic skills, I’m not a genius Asian kid like everyone else in the class okay. Please spare me and assign me elementary homework.

This is what I look like going to school.

Ugh, especially Mondays.

I hate my science teacher.

He honestly cannot teach science, and he expects us to just comprehend all the crap he throws at us. 

And now I have to study for a test of things I don’t understand. 

Only about 6 more months with him!

That awkward moment when I realize that I’m not actually smart.

…And it’s just my class is filled with stupid people.

I can’t believe this kid in our grade has a 100% in social, science, and MATH.

HOW CAN ANYBODY GET 100% IN MATH???

I have 3 explanations:

a) He bribes the teachers

b) He’s a genius

c) He’s an alien unicorn.

Ugh i hate cocky dickheads.

…lol did I just say that

So my dad tells me I don’t study hard enough…

HA, excuse me????
Do you not see reading my fucking textbooks and notes almost every night? Do you not fucking see me trying to learn harder math so I can do better in high school?
DO YOU NOT SEE ME ON THE WEEKENDS WHERE I SPEND HOURS MEMORIZING FORMULAS AND DEFINITIONS?

And Then he tells me I won’t understand math in high school. I’m not a genius, BUT I’M NOT A FUCKING IDIOT EITHER.

Oh, sorry I don’t reach your standards DAD.

BITCH, be happy I’m not on drugs. Be happy I don’t go out partying all weekend. BE HAPPY THAT I AT LEAST PUT SOME EFFORT INTO STUDYING.

(Sorry about all these rants that I’m posting. Please bear with me)

When I hear we’re going to have a test and I never knew about it

*panic mode activated*

When I bring gum to school