Air conditioning, off.
English in middle school is no fun in the first place. But when the air conditioning turns off? Hell.
So there I sat in my boring English class reviewing old grammar rules I learned in middle school in a silent room that I didn't want to sit in. not to mention my English teacher was a total capital letters. She deserved to be arrested for bitchy-ness. So now I was sitting in English with a broken air conditioner and a bitchy teacher and old grammar. So what do I do? I write this because I'm bored. Only this is boring me even more. Reminds me of the state of my boredom….
So now I'm just gonna let the fairies take my mind.
Note I wrote to my English teacher at the end of the page?
"Out of my mind. Back when the air conditioning is."