My hellish school day

And here our first Kapi!
We thank you for the few but great clerks!

I had arrived at my terrible school, and organic was the order of the day for the first terrible lesson.
I answered, but was not picked up. But as soon as I did not answer, my name was called and I had absolutely no buckle what to say. The boys in the back row were already laughing at me. Your stupid words reached me even when I was sitting in the front. I just ran out of the room and locked myself in the girls' bathroom, started crying bitterly. My thoughts were with the class, the entry in the class register did not interest me.

"Stefanie? Stefanie! Your work! It was quite good, but I know you can do it much better!" With these words I was torn from my daydream. Then I look at work. Another four, and in German!
While we were discussing the work in class, I wasn't listening. I was completely depressed and frustrated.What had I done wrong that fate would punish me like this? I prayed every night, but over time I stopped believing that there was a God. Because why else would I suffer so? Before I could think about it any further, the bell rang for the next hour. I got up slowly and waited for everyone else to leave the room.
But just as I was about to change classrooms, my German and class teacher got in my way. “I would like to talk to you for a moment, Stefanie.” I simply nodded and went with her to the desk, where I sat across from her. Then she started to speak: “Stefanie, is everything okay?” Again I just nodded. "I don't believe you," she said. "Because your grades are getting worse. And you are always alone, is everything really okay?" "Yes, everything is okay with me. I'm probably a little bit anxious about exams at the moment. And it's not going so well."
My teacher looked at me skeptically.“Are you sure?” I tried to smile as best I could. “Yes, I will try to improve myself.” The skepticism on her expression diminished, but did not completely disappear. So she concluded by saying, "If you have any problems, will you come to me, okay?" "I have no problems."

After the remaining hours, I went home. Partly relieved, partly depressed. Immediately, my parents' arguments began to buzz in my head again. I felt dizzy while sitting on the bus. I closed my eyes and only later realized that I had driven too far.
Typically, everything went completely wrong again.
If there was a god, then he hated me, of that I was sure ...

That's it...
Of course we ask for clerks!