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-(SCHOOL BELL RINGS) BOTH: I am smart. I am tough.
I will always be enough. Oh! I am smart. I am tough.
I will always be enough. Oh! Ha! All right, here we go! I am smart. I–
McKayla, what’s wrong? Nothing, Miss Miller. But this is your favorite time
of the day. Handshake time. Huh. Okay, girls. What’s going on? Handshake time
is not our favorite time. We don’t like
doing the handshakes. Well, we don’t have to do
the handshakes if you don’t like them. Why didn’t somebody
just tell me? Because you like them so much. You’re so sad. (STUTTERS) Um… Mm, where did you get that idea? From you being sad. When you returned our quizzes,
they were all wrinkly. You cried on them. Well, it rained last week. You know, maybe they just got
a little wet. It didn’t rain.
I remember last week. Just because I’m ten, doesn’t mean I don’t remember
last week. Well, it rained
in my neighborhood. (CHUCKLES) So, come on, guys,
let’s do some math. Oh, what page,
Ms. Miller-Hicks? Oops. You used to write
Ms. Miller-Hicks on the board, but then, one day,
you just wrote Ms. Miller. Sometimes, grown ups, they grow
in different directions, -and–
-What’s that burn
on your forehead? What’s with all the questions,
Daisy? You’re doing your own hair. You can’t afford the salon
anymore. Okay, that is enough! Everybody, your heads down. Heads down. -Ms. Miller?
-What, McKayla? You’re not shiny anymore. What– What do you mean? You don’t put the gold stuff
on top of your cheeks anymore. We liked it. Aww… I’m… sorry. I don’t wear highlighter
anymore. What is in my life to highlight? Oh my gosh, yeah, Mr. Hicks, he cheated on me
with an Applebee’s waitress. Yeah, and after weeks
of coming home smelling like riblets
and that Apple bitch, he left me! (LAUGHS) And now, I can’t eat
“good in the neighborhood.” (VOICE CRACKING) But I really
appreciate that you guys care. I really do! And I’m sorry. I haven’t been
a better teacher. But you’re right, I’m… (CRYING) I’m sad–
I’m really, really sad. I am smart. I am tough. I will… -…always be enough.
Always… be… enough.♪ I’m so tired of crying
These endless tears ♪♪ I feel so low ♪NARRATOR:California Lottery:
When you really need a win.♪ I’m better off on my own ♪