I hate

I hate it! Since that shitty intelligence test I've had some fucking bitch keeping track of everything I do. And guess what? She called home to tell my mother that she thinks that I'm going to fail math. I've been seeing the teacher almost everyday at 11th period, and she questioned me on that! Now I'm going to go home and be called a lying failure. I guess... I guess I am a failure. I mean, if a 17-year-old needs someone to follow them around and keep track of everything they do, then they must be a failure.