Guess Who Got An 87 Precent On The Fanfiction They Submitted For ELA Class. (It Was Star Wars Fanfiction)

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

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

"You know the thing when someone asks "Hey did it hurt when you fell from heaven?", people should just reply "No but I broke my ankle walking up from hell"."

Conversation with my friend recently

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.

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?"

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.

Advanced ELA class is weird. Some days, everyone is having an argument over how would one best over throw the government, other days we are yelling at Dylan because he's hyperventilating while looking at photos of milk.

When you are the chaotic one in the friendship.

Debate is weird. We switch sides everyother round and there is no correct answer. As long as you have better evidence or reasoning, you can win. In my last meet, (it was virtual) the judge for that round had her camera on and I saw a child running around in the background. So, I used most of my last speech leaning heavily on how if the judge chooses the other side's plan of action, our children will die. It worked and I won. The other people on the debate team are now a little bit more scared of me. I don't regret my actions. I hate children.