16 Hours.

Seven.

Seven.

Two.

That's what I need to graduate.

Two and a half days.

Monday.

Tuesday.

Wednesday.

And then that's it, no more High School. No more fucking bullshit-ass-cock-shit-cunt-goddamn-crapsucking-pisswallowing-dickwhittling-Catholic High School Administration farting a bunch of false tripe down my throat, no more dumbfuck classmates trying to make...