A note to all the nerds out there : I was a really weird person in primary school...lol. I really,really hated my Year 3 (aka grade 2) teacher because she ruined my reputation. Like,really,she shattered it into PIECES. So I was (and I still am) constantly trying to get my utmost revenge on her. It never really worked. I’m currently writing this in Year 5 (aka grade 4) in 2018. I’m pretty sure someday I’ll get my revenge. I’m optimistic about that ; after all,when I want revenge,I make sure I (legally) get that revenge. Anyway,I’m a nerd (hence my name) so people in my class “use” me a lot. Usually people (even my teacher) calls me “The human dictionary” or the “Walking Dictionary”. I don’t think they really see me as a human. Apart from my two friends,(not gonna name them for safety reasons) and my frenemy. So here’s a note for y’all nerds out there: Nerds rule the world! See that one popular but very mean person in your class? He’ll be working in Tesco or Walmart someday,when you’ll be a President. Anywho,back to the case of me and that one teacher. She only started treating me a bit nicer when I left Year 3 (aka grade 2). Which is a bit...well...odd. I mean...I was a very happy lil kid in Year 3,always talking about food and love and all that other weird stuff. Then in Year 4 (grade 3) I started to be very sarcastic and my self esteem started to drop down...I hid it well though. So I was still a relatively happy and cool girl. Then in Year 5 (grade 4) puberty *shudder* hit me very,very hard. Prematurely. And it sucked. Because I was the only human in the class who had puberty in that period of time. So I had to take random detours to the bathroom,and I checked my face for pimples 24/7...ugh. Then the sarcastic period hit me. I was angst,sarcastic,tired,annoyed,my self esteem VERY CONVIENIENTlY decided to take a plunge and I had anxiety. I spoke really,really fast (nervous tics...) and people then called me “rap god”. So I was the “Walking dictionary rap god”. Life was great. Totally. And for some reason my Year 3 teacher was acting very creepily nice. Creepy,I know. When I moved into Year 5 she was teaching the other Year 5 class and...ugh,I wasn’t satisfied. I’ll probably update this once I get my (legal) revenge. I guess being weird isn’t that bad,especially when you have other friends who are cooler than your stupid enemies. I have some American friends who are gay. I’m straight,but I am a fully-fledged supporter of PRIDE. Even though my class is quite homophobic (Idk ‘bout my teacher’s though) I still display my appreciation of LGBTQ+. Like...I really don’t care what people say,it’s called respect. Wow...that was long.

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