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My summer school Trigonometry class is coming to an end, and there's been one piece-of-shit twat in the class who just pisses me off. This week she reached new lows.

The class started with there being a mad rush to find seating. There are about 40 desks for a class of 50+ students enrolled, so every morning those that do not arrive at least 20 minutes early are shit outta luck and have to sit on the floor. I have never lost my seat because I'm a morning person and I'm always there a half hour early.

There's one dumb twat who looks like she's about 35, fat-assed, ugly party-girl tattoos, Narcotics Anonymous keychain, and she looks like she's been through the drug-and-cock ringer at least 1,001 times over. Well, this prize decided to park her jabbering ass right in front of me a few weeks ago. Here are her typical classroom habits:

- She can't concentrate for shit, and when she gets lost, she turns to the nearest male and interrupts the teacher's lesson to ask him what she's missing. She's done this to me twice, but I deflected her gracefully-yet-pointedly enough to discourage her from bothering me. She has since zeroed in on a mangina who seems more than happy to try and teach her while the teacher is talking.

- You can tell when this brain-fucked bimbo is lost on the arithmetic because her hips start shaking compulsively. The first time she sat in front of me, our desks were up against each other, and so every time she started shaking my desk shook too which made it very hard to take notes. I have since made a habit of making sure the desks are at least an inch apart to quarantine her insecurity vibrations.

- In lieu of shaking uncontrollably, she'll also stretch her shoulders, winding her hands above her head and behind her back almost striking my in the head every time. My instinct today was to shove her hands back in her own direction rather than duck out of the way.

- Once she's accepted that she's not understanding something and cannot be helped, she leans back in her chair and pulls her hair back, dropping about three or four of her nasty, over-dyed strands onto my desk.

- She knows the mangina who sits behind me, and she engages him in pointless blather at any given opportunity, which places me in the middle of their asinine exchanges. To the mangina's credit, he doesn't initiate the nonsense and doesn't seem to encourage it too much; he just doesn't want to be rude imo.

Yesterday, some other lady was saying how she's married and has three boys aged 9-15, and the dumb bitch said, "So, you basically have four kids then." Many of the women in the class laughed at that, but none of the guys did so far as I could tell. People who were looking in the direction of her also undoubtedly saw me glaring at the back of her head, and so the cackling seemed to stop quick. The nerve of this bitch, calling men children when she's basically a fat 8-year old girl with a tramp stamp and a retarded hamster...

On top of all that, the bitch was ear-fucking her tutor mangina during the break yesterday, and she said she was trying to get her boyfriend to go to a wedding with her. She made it clear that she wanted her boyfriend to marry her and was hoping that by dragging him to this wedding that she could start reeling him in. I was delighted to hear that this dumb cunt's boyfriend evaded the issue by saying he had to work and didn't have the three days of vacation time to attend the wedding with.

I only have another three days of having to be in the same room with this vapid, diarrhea-mouthed fuckhole. From what I've seen, the numbskulled cunt still wouldn't know a triangle if it knocked her up with trapezoid twins. Three more days...