I have reliased that nothing turns my brains from 3 pounds of tissue to 3 pounds of mushed cheese faster than the Pythagarons Theorem. I left my maths test sparkling blank today, for about 3 minutes, just staring at my test paper, and there was this war raging in my head that went along the lines of:
1: Just hand in the frigging blank ppr. 2: no, must try. 1: but you don't know how to do. 2: hm. Must try. 1: I don't care. 2: I care. I failed all the other tests and I want to ace this. 1: just HAND IN THE BLANK PPR.
And then something clicked in my brain and I started writing. And then I got stuck again. And then I started wondering what was the POINT. I gave up.
I've been such a horrible klutz this week. I dropped everything, I confused salt with cheese (and lumped it onto pizza), I clicked the wrong peoplef or conversations, I screwed maths up, and I screwed everything else up too.
The plus side? Well, I'm sitting at the back of class now, just beside the door. I can open and close it as I wish. HA.
