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I hate school. I have over 550 pages (with minimum text, 6746283565 words packed into one page, repeating plot, the effects of sleeping pills, minimum comprehensive, necessity of another pair of glasses etc.) to read only for this week. Hate it hate it hate it.
Teacher: “Well done, you just read those one hundred pages for today, now, for tomorrow, one hundred more pages plus this compendium!”
Tomorrow…
Teacher (looking awfully sadistic): “Good, another one hundred and thirty pages for the next day! And don’t forget those twenty-two pages from that other book, too”
Me (thinking): “Someone please give me a knife…”
This whole week!
You know there’s a song by Ronan Keating (ex-lead singer from Boyzone) named “If tomorrow never comes”. I sing this song sometimes, hoping that tomorrow never comes.
