There I was during lessons, minding my own business, and thinking to myself, You are an utter bastard.
Lots of things are bringing out the worst in me recently. Like now, I'm supposed to be doing my homework, but I'm slacking off and writing on this blog instead. And why not? I think to myself. See what happens when you try to be great, to be good.
I hate class participation. I hate speaking up and saying things. I hate looking for cues, the 'very good' or 'excellent' or 'I think that's a little far-stretched'. What the heck is far-stretched anyway? And I realise that I'm making the mistake of talking too much. Of not giving others chances. Of giving too many chances.
I'm beginning to want to be by myself more and more. On Monday I will hunt down the ice cream vending machine and indulge.