I seem to be taking school less and less seriously. It kind of seems optional, rather than something that is enforced by a school-skipping-officer or whatever they're called, from New York Minute. I have been skipping class so frequently that its become blase whenever I get caught.
"Ugh, Courtney? Again?"
My maths teacher seems unpleasantly surprised on the off occasion that I do actually turn up to class, I mean, the only reason I go is because I totally need to pass maths to do the uni course I want to do. Otherwise you so know that I would be with all the other burnouts smoking behind the oval.
I kind of stopped handing in my English essays because my teacher knows I'm a reasonably competent writer. I think I attend less school now than I did in Year 9. Year 9 was my rebellious-and-becoming-fat-year. Now my life is a becoming fat year. Fat isn't at all becoming on me...lolz. Most girls at school, when they don't feel like going to class go to see Charmaine. Charmaine is the fat school counselor. I wouldn't see her for serious problems because I think she gossips about us to other teachers #biatch. We once made up this big elaborate story in order to get out of class (either maths or Japanese probz), and we went crying to Charmaine. We told her abut how our friend had been hanging out with this new boyfriend and she drinks on school nights and her boyfriend introduced her to his friend 'Mary-Jane' (my life has turned into the friends fake life). We thought we were so fucking clever until Charmaine said she was going to call our parents to let them know. Then we freaked out and never saw her again. Oh Charmaine.
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