Monday 1st September. Maths.
Just my luck, I have double maths with Mr Hull until recess. Mr Hull is wittering on about how to times and divide decimals like we are all stupid. We're 16! For goodness sake, we know what decimals are! Maybe I was put in the wrong class… this is probably the lower maths class, and I was meant to be put into the upper maths class. Yes, that's what it is. Rachel Berry is brilliant at maths, so this class should be a piece of cake. I sit next to that dumb blonde cheerleader, Brittany. I thought that it was just a roumor that she didn't know how to add. Boy was I wrong! I have to help her with everything! WHEN WILL THIS CLASS END?