It may seem like I’m a sarcastic asshole 24/7, but I’m actually only a sarcastic asshole 18/7 because at night I actually have feelings.
Going on a road trip to Bundaberg tomorrow, I’m so excited! Literally been neck-deep in work ever since I can remember. I’m glad the mid-semester break is here so I can take a short breather before jumping back into the swamp of assessments again. I feel a little stretched thin, and I fear that I might even be transforming into that “boring friend who works all the time”. I guess I can congratulate myself on managing to fit two year 2 and two year 3 courses, along with one research course and another language course, working 4 nights a week and training 4 mornings a week into a seamless transition of time but I might have severely overlooked the importance of leisure. And yet, I only envision being busier and busier in the coming weeks. Godspeed.
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
if i don’t talk to myself who will
I really love villains
not in a ‘poor baby is so misunderstood’ way
in a ‘your amorality is so fascinating and delicious’ way