I desperately do not want to be last

It passes.

Day by day by day by day.

Every time, someone gets chosen. It isn't me. When I'm ready, I don't get picked. When I'm not ready, I don't get picked anyway.

I desperately do not want to be the last presentor on stage.

math hates me

I just got a paper cut from my Maths L.I.F.E.P.A.C book today.

Math hates me.

what the heck

This was sent by someone to The Reader's Digest February 'o9.

"As another year rolls in," read an advertisement,"we would like to offer our best wishes to all who have given us reason to celebrate."

It was signed "Gunter's Funeral Home".