• My seat is on the second last row, right next to the window.
    Yes, what a wonderful seat.
    But for such a class... how wasteful!

    It's Math Class again.

    It's very so confusing.
    See, Ms June, our class's math teacher is so awfully strange.
    She says it's math, then she writes down a question mixed in with digits and letters.

    It's horridly confusing.
    They say a+b+c=43
    Then they say that a + b = even number.
    Then which they say c + a = odd number.
    Ms, so wicked at picking people, calls MY name out of the 50 in the class.

    "Honey, tell me, is 'a' an even number or an odd number?" she says so sweetly.
    "I'm sorry, ma'am. But I'm quite sure 'a' is a letter. Should you go check your eye?"
    The kids laugh, giggling and chortling.
    "Sweetie, is there something you don't get?" Ms June says in a flat tone.
    "Yes ma'am."
    "Go on," she raises her left eyebrow.
    "Ever since I was in this class, you've been calling me names such as, 'honey' or 'sweetie'." I say, "Are you like, a vampire? Are you like, going to eat me?"
    "Detention, young lady." her mouth makes a hard line.

    I take a nap on my desk, thankfully, I wake up just as Ms June passes me.
    3... 2... 1... The bell rings.
    I should quit math, I just cannot stand digits and letters.