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Maths results. 

Ok. I am shit when it comes down to Science. Other subjects - i do better in. And so, with my GCSE's, I'm wanting to show that, I can get the lowest marks in Science, and better in the others. But it's not working. My maths is failing me, and mum's saying she feels sorry for me.

As if. I hate this. I hate lessons. I hate being caged, listening (which I struggle doing) and then the writing, etc. I prefer to get out doing it, which is what most people find easiest.

Hence my reason for liking the Arts etc. But maths, I was hoping to get a B. One exam gave me a B, another gave me a C. And I've taken the resit, in order to achieve a B. But surprise surprise, I was one bloody mark of that B. Frick. This was a pain in the backside.

My brother called mum, told her about his results - an A. And told her about my c, nearly B. She was disappointed.

She got home, and asked if I wanted extra tuition, but instead I cried. I hate maths. I truely do. Just as much as science. The teacher is shit, she can't control the rabble, and she can't teach me. I need creativity, like how ms Garne did it. She was the teacher I had, when I got the B. So mum made me cry, made me feel worse about school work etc. It's like, all that she's been proud in previously, has been wiped off the slate. All my accomplishments, gone. Everything.

I don't like "ListeningWriting" work. I like "DoingBeing" work. Fuck this shit. I can't wait for Sixth form, when I can throw away the shit subjects we HAVE to do, and start with the new. And the school doesn't even cater for everyone's bloody needs. It's a shit hole, hiding that with a picturesqe scenery and good exam results from the smart kids. Damn those smart kids. I wish I was more like you. ='(