Character Conflict

It's another weekend, another two-night partying extravaganza.  I bet I'm the only kid in this entire school who actually doesn't want it to be the last period of the day on Friday.  There are four minutes to the bell, and I have yet to pack up.  In four minutes, the ruse commences again.  And my decent lexicon temporarily terminates, like everytime I see someone I socialize with.  God, why did I get into this? I'm smart, yet I'm here, in a class that I could've taken two years ago.

"RRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG"

Oh god.

Slowly, I pack up until I'm the last one in the room.  Maybe if I take awhile, they'll assume I had some other plans for the weekend.