So, Who Do I Have To High Five?

What people think Advanced classes are like:

"All right children, what shall we do for homework tonight? Maybe next chapter's cource work."

What it's really like

"Am I going to have to call the elementary school principal and ask why you five, don't know your left from your right yet are able to keep steady A's in this class?"

"I had killed people!"

"You were a docter!"

"I had bad days!"

You know the only good part of having braces is that my orthodontist gave me my teeth molds.

So as you do, I was going on an evening walk while listening to a new podcast. Then suddenly, I saw it. A feather in nearly perfect condition. The little amount joy left in my shriveled up heart finally decided to make an appearance. I picked up the feather of course, and I found another, and another until I had five feathers held so that they wouldn't touch each other. When I got home and showed my mom, I am pretty sure that I looked slightly insane.

Guess who got an 87 precent on the fanfiction they submitted for ELA class. (It was Star Wars fanfiction)

My parents do not give a shit if I date a girl. But my Dad would murder me if I even have a nice thought about an Eagles fan.

It's been a long year, mr. principal. Some people cope by reading or drawing, I cope by calling Atticus Finch a dilf in my To Kill A Mockingbird essay.

rando person (aka any of my friends):"Why do you read so many fanfictions with abusive and unhealthy relationships? Read about healthy ones please."

Bruh, if I want to see a healthy relationship, I go downstairs and watch my parents.

When people say that Sherlock isn't a romance, I just think of the Netflix ads for it.