The only thing I know about math, is that I am destined to fail it.
And, oh yes. Yesterday, just as I was on the last question of my math exam, some asshole decided to pull the fire alarm. We were outside for nearly fifty minutes with snow falling and an extremely cold wind chill.
Boys and girls, if you suspect that someone may pull the fire alarm in the dead of winter, don't wear shredded stockings and a skirt to school.
We all ended up shivering on one of the hills surrounding our school, which doesn't offer much protection from the wind. I have no idea why the school was built where it is, it's basically in a crator.
We sat out there for ages, until the fire department came, and then sat there some more so that they could make certain that there actually wasn't a fire, which should have been damn well obvious as it took them over twenty flooping 'ecking minutes to get there, and the school should have been burning by then.
The same thing happened last year, during the school's annual production of
The Nutcracker, so now we're all wondering if it was the same person.
Well, I'll say this, if they ever find out who pulled the alarm, that kid is doomed.
I say night I'm living in the forest of my dream,
I know the night is not as it would seem,
I must believe in something,
So I'll make myself believe it,
That this night will never go.
Laura Branigan, Self-control
Oh, Canada...
