In 1975, our high school made girls play basketball in skirts. Perverted, sexist scumbags.
Got all excited about college, picked out summer art course, and mom was basically like “I wouln’t be surprised if you ended up in summer school. Don’t make plans”.
…….Thanks, mommy. Glad SOMEONE believes in my abilities.
seniors left……Officially the top grade in the school….. sophmore boy felt the need to buy me lunch….. FEEL THE POWER!!!!!
prom was better than expected, beach was super fun, yay! Oh, I have to go back to the real world? PRECALC? ….are you sure?
Is it weird that when I babysit I’m hit with toy trucks, drooled on, have yogurt spat on me, have been bitten, but when they fall asleep on my shoulder, I realize I love every minute of it?
Its called what it is b/c it takes a BODY BUILDER to open it. Do body builders even EAT APPLESAUCE!?!?
That moment when your teacher forgets to collect homework. →
You and your classmates:
That one person who actually did the homework:
then that person goes like “Don’t worry guys, I’ll tell the teacher that he/she forgot to collect the homework!”
And what happens next?





