Tuesday 18.09.2012

It was supposed to be a peaceful, relaxive day until the moment dad saw the timetable. He said:
-Maths, motherfucker. If not let’s transfer him on english.
Mum de-convinced him:
-Eeh, he’ll learn for a six.
And then:
-Can you learn?
Can you ever believe in me? Ultimately, mum answered something that I’ll learn. Personally, I don’t worry. Since the beginning I have established my purpose of the faculty – socialization. Studying is on my second plan, as I can manage well in other profession without this faculty. When it comes to Maths he does not believe in me but others who I really care about do (Tag: Ducky). Only I really care about them.

Some girls were passing outside and I went to the window to see who they were. Mum went there as well.
-Why are you coming? Are they your peers?
I said that and other stuff, so she and dad left. Yes, I got nervous. I hate when people get involved unnecessarily in my life. You are surplus!

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