No Sympathy

I died so many times today. I died in first-period gym of fatigue. They had these circuit training centres set up, so Kim, Jen and I were forced to brave the relentless torture chamber. Arg. It was actually pretty funny.

Then I died of a heart attack in social. Gotta hate those pop quizzes. The guy has no sympathy, either. In his own words, ‘You want sympathy? Look for it in a dictionary.’

I died again in double science. So long. And my class doesn’t shut up, so she didn’t let us go for break. Meh. It’s alright though. My real worry should be the science test and double social class tomorrow.

“Steven Dal’Koran hugs Jade Willkons!” —I so amuse myself.