High School

Tag: High School

It is May 10, 2008. I am nine years old. I purchase the book Frindle from Hastings Entertainment Store. My mind grows fat off its teachings.

Max acknowledges that you are now an out lesbian with a live-in girlfriend and three dogs so he has suggested the following addendums.

I think about the cold draft that likely billows through her hallways at night as I sit in this suffocating summer heat.

Speaking like this to my mom and bestie is just kind of my aesthetic? Does that make sense? It doesn’t? Well, whatever. I didn’t write this movie.

I keep trying to bring up how none of us know our new lines or fit into our new costumes, but Duncan just keeps shouting, “That’s showbiz, baby.”

- Repeat grades six and seven, objectively my most awkward years - Untangle holiday lights - Menstruate for an entire month

"A true friend doesn’t complain that they can’t give you their hoodie because their undershirt has an old stain.” --Anonymous

Do not, under any circumstances, throw a bowling ball at Mrs. Heathridge.

"It’s a Wonderful Life When Compared to Everyone Else at This Bar" - George Bailey's guardian angel offers perspective.

PARTIALLY CORRECT. Trapper Keepers were rad. However, Krista never “shared” one with you.

I know, it’s fucked up. And I do not envy whoever has to go toe-to-toe with that buffalo of a man.

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