Yea. To all my teachers -- my OCD-terminal English teacher, my APUSH teacher whose dictionary doesn't have the definition of an A-deserving student, my Bio teacher whose tests never reflect anything taught in class, to my tree-murdering BC teacher who prints endless heaps of worksheets, tremble in fear. Cause, the Michael Sun, that one person who somehow defied all odds and got a 4.0 last semester (despite having the hardest APUSH/English/Bio teachers), is back.

I will choke you. I will lock in on you. I will do everything for my grades.

I'm fed up. I'm maddened by this whole school system. Everything. everything. I don't care. But I will destroy everything, cause I'm going to embrace the black mamba mentality.

Sleep? Are you kidding me? I'll sleep when I see that magic number of 5, that magic letter of A, even if I die doing so. Everyone, tremble in fear.

For all my blog followers

I know none of this makes sense. I know everything I’m cramming is pointless after the exam. I know I’m lying to myself as a problem-solver, lying to the philosophies of AoPS, lying to colleges. So why am I torturing myself into doing it? No. I'm not doing this just because of that score out of 4. I don't want to be thought of someone who has to conform against his will. That's not why. I'm killing myself for this because I'm the most unreasonable, illogical, extreme person there is. I can’t be described with reason. I’ve long transcended the norm or the average.

Michael, love this feeling, the feeling of being dead every morning you wake up after 3 hours of sleep, the feeling of self-guilt when you drink those red bulls, the feeling of dragging your beaten body around everyday.

I hate myself. I hate this whole system. I hate the irony of my school's mission statement -- "the courage to chase your dreams." I'm tortured. I'm hated. I'm misunderstood. But I'll still do it.

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