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Friday, July 22, 2005


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....My mom put me in a chinese/math summer school. The worst thing was, I had been there before. And hated it. For the second time in my life. Not like a childish resentment, like one might have of broccoli, but full-blown HATE. Everyone there acted better than they had been before, but that still didn't change the fact that they had made fun of me; used me before. Every single one of them.

The teachers all acted like they were happy to see us again. I don't know if they were sincere or not; it doesn't matter. I still hated them all.

And I thought this summer I'd get to kick back and relax, but no, I had to go back THERE and endure them all again.

Sometimes I hate my life. That much was obvious.

-SYC

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