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I'm alone in the corner.
I'm feeling sorry for myself.
It's not my fault that I destroyed the science lab.

That stupid lab had it coming,
with all that fancy, shiny equipment.
Mocking me.
Teasing me....

I only did what I had to do,
and it's not like the metho was being kept under lock and key....
The bunsen burners were just sitting there,
the matches scattered over the bench....

Why do I have to sit in the corner
while the fire brigade is called and my paretns are
informed?
I'm not five,
I just don't like science....

Anyway, as soon as I escape from this cold,
wooden corner,
I'm heading straight up to the maths department
with the leftover matches and
metho