Teacher's Pity

So as you guys know, I've been behind on my maths homework despite my constant efforts... Now I'm roughly one week behind, so what I'm doing now is technically last week's work. In class today, my teacher walked over, glanced at what I was doing, and shook his head sympathetically. "Listen, I think you should probably move off that exercise and do some of the other stuff." Our class is up to.. the one after 15? I was doing ex.12 in class... which I should've done last week.

It felt fucking awful, when he came up to me and told me to just move on. It's like he thinks I'm retarded or something. Well on the bright side, I will have surpassed his expectations when the tests come around... but on the not-so-bright side... MY TEACHER THINKS I'M RETARDED.

*so cut*

After my not-very reassurances about how I'll manage, he walked off with a doubtful look on his face. See, I DO appreciate his kindness- I like it when other people are care about me- but duuude, there are heaps of people who are eons behind me... I'm definitely not the worst-case scenario. It just feels super awkward when he does that to me...

It's like having people come over to pay their condolences to your dead father, when in fact he just passed out drunk and people thought he was dead. (My analogies are fantastic, I know).

Moral of the story: I should probably do my maths... but it's 11pm already. I could try to finish this exercise which I definitely won't finish... or I could squeeze in a round of games.

There really isn't a choice before me, is there?