This title is very descriptive and also vindictive.
Ras-le-bol or ras-le-c ** to be less polite. Honestly I feel like a huge school bag in which one tries to bake as much books as possible. But then the bag is fed up and lets out a yell to some teachers or to the Department if it's his fault.
You know that in other countries some people our age we complain because we bossons all day? Them they bossent morning and afternoon they play sports or go to small Boulos. I think it is the only country to have schedules as ruthless. I do not think a special case when I say that sometimes I get tired ... completely and irrevocably With more work to do!
They take us for machines or what? Yes to education and knowledge, there is nothing that I revere most. I love everything about school. Its social aspect, even if sometimes it would happen some morons that inhabit them. Its friendly aspect to some of us. And so on. But then I cracked.
Needless faloir that I negotiate with my father to get an exemption to miss the hour of swimming with the class, then that's what I love most in the week! All that work for two hours continuously.
The bag has frayed seams that it will crack and books, fine books and fine pens will be spread on the floor in a "splach" very little discretion.
(image found on another blog, not me.)
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