Math, oh math, I hate you so much. You make me want to lose my lunch. Today I sat and took a test. I was really scared I must confess. The test was on chapter two, all of which was hard to do. Chapter two was fractions galore, with scientific notation, decimals, and more! I took out my pencil to start the test, answered the first question, and freaked out on the rest! I started to shake, I couldn't sit still, and I told myself, "Claire, take a chill pill!" So then I started on question two, when I realized that it was hard to do. My palms started to sweat, my back did the same, if this test weren't enough, I felt so lame! I knew for sure I had got it incorrect, this I knew would not be easy to correct. On this test I knew I would fail, which would lead to putting myself in personal jail. Then, the bell rang. It couldn't be true. I had skipped question four, and the entire backside too! I passed in my test, I felt so upset. I just wanted to die, it would spare me the rest. My test came back to me, I thought "What is this delay?" Then my teacher said, "Claire, come here right away!" Reluctantly I walked to the front, hands clasped. When he managed to say, "Claire, see me after class..."
I got an F on the test. I hate math
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