Gone the days when I commit felony and my beloved teacher breathed her fire of anger in the middle of library. Then clawed my hands to see the director to admit the most heinous crime ever.
Gone the days when I slept my test off, not on desk, but in the heavenly room. And later my teacher acted like she had never seen me, or my ghost-of-failure before. A re-test? No, I got a zero.
Gone the days when I missed my literature class, comforting soul with trails of anime and movies, while my teacher was raving like a scorned pussycat in the afternoon class.
And today, hopefully gone the day that I could barely get off my bed and there was an absurdly important meeting with the tutor. The first warning was still echoing in my earlobe, and I can't wait to hear the second one. Prepare to die and meet Lucifer.
A heartfelt letter cannot be of any good. Not effective. Not anything.
Oh, she is my Miss Muna here. Only older. And meaner.
Oh, and I completely manouvered her attention. I just know. Talk about doing the nasty.
Cheers! : )
