Just like the title says...it's almost time for school to start, which means that summer is over. Painful to think of, I know. But hey! Some people actually look forward to going back. Maybe they're just starting Freshman year in High School, or getting into 6th grade as a little fish in a big pond, or maybe even will be graduating this year...but I am definitely not one of those people who actually want to go back. Let me tell you why, okay?
School, for the most part, has been awful for me. Nooo, I'm not talking about the work or the teachers or even the food. [Well, we all know that school food is either one of two things: a.) bad tasting or b.) bad for you. But that's not the point.] What I AM talking about is the kids. Totally nasty, stuck-up girls and disgustingly immature, mean boys is basically what I've had to deal with ever since 6th grade, up until now. [Just so you people know, I got held back in 8th grade due to some health issues. Don't judge me, please.] It's been rough, if I'm being completely honest. I'm classified as the "freakishly tall bisexual emo girl who has a strange obsession with Pokemon and a lot of scars on her arms" [Yeah, they call me that. Among other things. Use your imagination.] You have to pretend like it doesn't faze you, but it does. It hurts. Really, really freakin' bad.
School, for the most part, has been awful for me. Nooo, I'm not talking about the work or the teachers or even the food. [Well, we all know that school food is either one of two things: a.) bad tasting or b.) bad for you. But that's not the point.] What I AM talking about is the kids. Totally nasty, stuck-up girls and disgustingly immature, mean boys is basically what I've had to deal with ever since 6th grade, up until now. [Just so you people know, I got held back in 8th grade due to some health issues. Don't judge me, please.] It's been rough, if I'm being completely honest. I'm classified as the "freakishly tall bisexual emo girl who has a strange obsession with Pokemon and a lot of scars on her arms" [Yeah, they call me that. Among other things. Use your imagination.] You have to pretend like it doesn't faze you, but it does. It hurts. Really, really freakin' bad.