In the morning, I think,

"Oh, I can't wait for the new day!"

During first hour, I think,

"I'm going to be a novelist, not a biologist - why do I need this useless knowledge?"

During second hour, I think,

"Why can't the school get decent calculators?"

During third hour, I think,

"How this so-called 'book' won a Caldecott, I'll never know."

During lunch, I think,

"Can't you include me in the conversation for once?"

During fourth hour, I think,

"Oh teacher of history wisdom, I don't think what you used to do in high school will be on the exam."

During fifth hour, I think,

"Classmates, quit complaining about how you wish you never signed up for French! Some of us are trying to learn, vous tetes de merde!"

During sixth hour, I think,

"This is so boring - I KNOW how to use Microsoft Word, dammit."

And as I wait for my ride home, I think,

"What did I do to be stuck in living hell?"

And then the cycle repeats itself forever.