28 November 2012
I don't think I'll write today. I feel too surly.
I didn't exactly wake up bright and early.
I missed the bus and was late. So I got hell.
I had to see my head of year as well.
I haven't done any homework in ages.
I've missed work. Pages and pages.
I'm lacking in paying attention too.
What he said to me was: "Hannah, you
Need to work harder! You're better than this!"
Well I'm lazy, so he can't diss.
I just can't be arsed with easy as fuck work
All this repetition is driving me berserk!
We're repeating the things that I did in year three
So we're all at one level for GCSE.
But I'm well ahead and I'm getting quite bored.
So in class, my imagination soars
I write ok poems and descriptions and shiz
But my teachers can't cope with this.
They tell me to do the easiest things
Oh how much frustration it brings!
I've made several poems as I'm sure you've seen.
Some of them turn my classmates green!
But still they expect me to do the same
Work as the others! Over and over again!
So as you can see I'm really quite pissed.
Or perhaps a politer word would be miffed.
But anyway I'm getting sick of this shit.
But there's really nothing to do about it…
Diary 28/11 2012 • Opuss № I