Oh how I hate my class.

My class, well, they're all about 3 years old. -.-
I hate them so much. They're so damn childish, the all of them. Not that I'm mature, but comparing to them, yes, I am.
So today we went to the zoo. I hated it. It rained, and we had 8 groups and I was in the 5th and.. Wait, I made a post about that, right? That I was the one ruining the trip. I actually did, apparently. It got me totally pissed. I hated today. :/
I seriously was about to jump in the water if there were no teachers.
Because that 'special' teacher was there, too, and I think any teacher would try to safe me, regardless if they like or dislike me. But any random kid, well, first try to get my out of the water. Then try to safe me, make me breathe again, whatever. Well, good luck with that.
And I guess all my other friends have already forgotten about me. I bet almost everyone who ever has seen me already has forgotten about me. Yeah, like anyone would care. I hate my life. I damn much do.