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It's the end of the semester. It brings along all the pressure. To pass my exams. I really hate this sick program. And thus, The teachers throw stuff on us. They realize they don't have enough, In the stupid grade book. To make it look, Like we've actually been learning. It's actually quite concerning. Especially since it's an education system. But whatever, next semester will be a repetition. I can't do anything about it. You'd think that'd help my stress levels a bit.
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Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 10:50 PM UTC
The End of the Semester
It's the end of the semester. It brings along all the pressure. To pass my exams. I really hate this sick program. And thus, The teachers throw stuff on us. They realize they don't have enough, In the stupid grade book. To make it look, Like we've actually been learning. It's actually quite concerning. Especially since it's an education system. But whatever, next semester will be a repetition. I can't do anything about it. You'd think that'd help my stress levels a bit.
A bit different vibe from this one then my normal ones... Atleast I think... But it's been how I've been feeling so why not?
KelseyLauren
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Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 10:50 PM UTC
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