Dear diary.......

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day 1..... 4september 2006 how should i start....? oh yeahhh: dear diary, today was the worst day of my life.(i bet there will be at least one day that it's gonna be worster then this one...but for now this one was pretty lame) so..... it all started this morning....,so i went to school,like very normal kid of my age,and at my first class-religion,we had a test paper(we don't usually study for this class,we just do copy-paste form our notebooks......,who has one)the second class was sport,that one was ok,i like sports ,so there was nothing wrong there for me:)). the third and the........ don't really have the words to describe this one,is math(i am really good at math,and i like it2,BUT,our math teacher is kinda mean, no better said evil,well his a well known profesor over the conuntry,and he really gives small grades,half of me class has under5 grades-in romania grades are form 1 to10,1-beeing the smallest and bad grade u can get,but it's usually for those that are cought copying and stuff,anyway,my grades are a9 and a7,grades really hard to get when you do math with,let's call him Mister B.,)so where was i?..oh yeah..math,mister B. comes,make the presence like always,and saids the the phrase well all student's hate-"scoate-ti o foaie de hartie" = pull out a piece of paper=test paper=really bad day,and like he always does,he stays 1min,thinks,and start writeing on the blackboard 2 exercises form his mind(=when is from his mind and not a exercise book,it's really bad....)we started writing(who knew),and my sweet class mates all started wishpering and calling me,and asking me if i know and if i could help them,i coudn't concentrate,and they continued on and on,soo...i "gaved in under the presure"...and start saying i don't know the f**k anything leave me alone,and my teacher saw me and said:"Tzuscule(that's how he call's me-it's a nickname,comes from my family name)the test paper"so i got an 1(congratulations little old me!!!),i was just so pissed of,and mister B., like always, stared making jokes of me(he has a really deveoped sense of humor for a math teacher),like he always does,and say things "to bad you know,if you can't shut up" and so on.i tryed to explain,but didn't really work...so...the next 2 hours i had physicics,our theachr is ill so we had 2 other teacher,it was pretty boring,nothing to say here,on our romanina class he had a debate on oriental and occidental influence an our country; and the last class of the day math,again unfortunately,he corrected our test papers,and he put them in the catalogue,when my name comed,and i had to say the grade,i just couldn't say it,i was just ........anyway i said it(me:"1",mister B:"sa-ti creeasca"=keep it colse so it can get higher-the translation it's not really good,in ro is kinda funny,but i couldn't translate iso it could be as funny as it really is)....the s**t is that i really tried to get my grades up this year,especially at math,cause i know i could be the best if i really try,and i did all my homework(nobody does he's math homework in my class,it's to much and not worth trying to do it-that's what we think),all my collegs where asking me for help at math and stuff,even mister B. told my formmaster that i am a really good at math and stuff,but he just had to ruin my day and grades,he always says that if he gives us small grades we'll study even harder,i don't know,.....mabye, but after i finish this i am planing on doing some extra exercises like nerds,cause i am really gonna get my grade up this year no mather what,and that's a promise..............