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I hate it here. I broke down on Monday, fucking pissed and angry, frustrated and I hate this course. I haven't had a good day since I came back here. I've already taken in so much shit for the first half of the year, and I come back I got a nice welcome back 'gift' from the girl I'm paired up with for character workshop. Long story, I don't bother telling it all over again.

Now that problem's been solved after a talk with the principal, I'm still not happy. I can't take it anymore. I hate this course, and the environment is crap. Maybe its the australian culture cos I really don't wanna be here.

Tell my mum I wanna go home she said I can, if I can find someone to take over my room, but there's no one June knows who is in need of a room, hence, I can't go back till the end of the fucking year.

Means I'll have to do that stupid teach-the-class thing, my fucking drama monologue, the stupid 20 minute anatomy presentation, the stupid choreographic display. I CAN'T EFFIN TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!

I've already decided to take up another course, its all been decided and now applying, but I still can't fucking leave cos there's no one to take my fucking place in the apartment and you think its cheap to pay for my half of the rent when there's no one staying here? So yeah, hence, I'll fucking have to stay here till someone takes over my effin room.

I can't take it anymore, I broke down on Monday in school because I've had enough of the fucking attitude some people in the school show me, and I'm fucking tired of the criticism I get in class and the embarassment I face. And fucking hell, we dance full-time yet they give us stupid fucking assignments and presentations to do! As if we have enough fucking time to do all these things. If theory came without huge assignments and presentations I wouldn't mind doing the course.

Teachers are already planning to fucking fail me so why the fucking hell should I bother to continue? I've made a fucking bad decision to come to this school in the first place. I should've been smarter, study harder and gone into trinity or something.

Even some of my friends think I'm academically challenged and think I was joking when I said I wanted to go back into studying. Well, I have no future in dance, what the hell can I fucking do then? I can't even hold an arabesque with the fucking correct muscle, whats the point? By the way you must be thinking.. 'finding a muscle shouldn't be hard, its just finding a different muscle to use', go to hell if you think that, you have no idea how fucking hard it is when you weren't even taught the right way in the first place.

I have to go back to basics for almost everything I do now. I've been humiliated in front of class a couple of times I've been doing it wrongly and everything, yet my teacher doesn't seem to realise embarassment. She always picks the best in class, followed my the worst in class.

So anyway, now I have to fucking stay on for the rest of the year. The school even billed my parents!