I'm in college, I major in music education, I'm a fangirl, and I post random things.
This is how to run a stick of Chapstick
down the black boxes on your scantron
so the grading machine skips the wrong
answers. This is how to honor roll. Hell,
this is how to National Honor Society.
This is being voted “Most Likely to Marry
for Money” or “Talks the Most, Says the
Least” for senior superlatives. This is
stepping around the kids having panic
attacks in the hallway. This is being the
kid having a panic attack in the hallway.
This is making the A with purple moons
stamped under both eyes. We had to try.
This is telling the ACT supervisor you have
ADHD to get extra time. Today, the average
high school student has the same anxiety
levels as the average 1950’s psychiatric
patient. We know the Pythagorean theorem
by heart, but short-circuit when asked
“How are you?” We don’t know. We don’t
know. That wasn’t on the study guide.
We usually know the answer, but rarely
HIGH SCHOOL By Blythe Baird (via blythebrooklyn)
Everything he said was pure gold
And not just the funny and sass…
Even when he don’t say anything, tho
I love how he was always smiling
Even though he was the most damaged Doctor
The way he looked at Rose
GOD, THEY WERE SO CUTE
I want him back
This was not ok
I can’t tell what I don’t want to do more.
I have to run a mile and a half in my fitness class. No choice not to. I will need my inhaler.
I also have to go to work tonight, in the dining hall, full of stupidass people who are rude and inconsiderate.
Tomorrow can’t come fast enough.