...Or the MidTerm
This must be the only Gym Idiot that it's not in the gym (hence the title), because we had to show our group midterm work: an instalation with the topic of 'teenage dreams'.
So far, the last I had known is that we had nothing agreed, and guess the day caught me in a very crappy mood cause I was feeling between sad and angry. Didn't say a word in the entire thing, and fought with whoever that crossed my way.
Brilliant way to end it with a door slam, but as they say...everyone's entitled to a bad day, huh?
Nicodrina
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