Diary of an 8th-Grader who got C

Dear Diary,

I just took a science test recently, and got a C out of it.

I hate science. I hate maths. Though I love the little MAK who used to sit next to me, but her refusal to pick up the phone really drives me nuts. On top of that, school is a complicated place where adults do things that they never say, and say things that they never do. A few days ago Mr. Gray said we ought not to run in school because it is not a zoo. But in the evening I saw him playing horse riding with Mrs. Graham in the store-room. But isn't horse riding only available in fun-fair or circus or zoo or something?? Adults forever confuse me. Ergo I hate schools also.

I don't understand why I need to remember what is buried deep within the earth's crust or what forms the meteroid. I start to doubt if these people know what google or wikipedia is.

Yours Handsomely,
Cuppa

P/S: Cuppa always got C in science and maths. As a consequence, he grows up as a software engineer who is proficient in C. After experience accrues, his knowledge improves to the stage of C++. B is very near as we shall see.