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so my history teacher is a really cool guy but he’s also one of those teachers who, upon being asked “can i go to the bathroom?” goes “i don’t know, *can* you?” and he did it to a girl and she goes “WHAT ARE YOU PREPARING FOR? YOU REALIZE THAT AFTER HIGH SCHOOL I WILL NEVER NEED TO ASK PERMISSION TO USE THE BATHROOM AGAIN, AND THE DICTIONARY DEFINITION OF CAN SAYS ‘BE PERMITTED TO’”
dang girl, you’ll make the prettiest flowers once your body rots into the earth.
why the mcflurry spoon look like that
I love when you become so close with someone that you can see parts of each other in one another and you begin to say the same things and steal lines from one another and have a similar sense of humor and can exchange an inside joke with just a glance you don’t even have to talk because you have such a strong connection with them and you can sit in comfortable silence but also talk for hours it’s really hard to find that kind of compatibility
I never was one of the more talkative children in the family, because whenever I tried my voice was overpowered by my three other siblings. By my mom telling them to stop fighting, by my dad’s silence at the dinner table..
At once, I had opened my mouth and told them what I wanted to do for my future, my goals, my ambition, my passion. As I was talking no heads were turned towards me, no ears were opened up to listen, So slowly, then all at once, I cleared my throat and stopped. I held back the frustration with a, “can you pass me the salt?” I didn’t feel like trying.
I asked my mom if she believed if I would be successful, if she saw me having a great life, “Uh, I hope so.” Came out of her mouth, I know it’s not a total “no” but it isn’t a total “yes” either. That’s all I wanted, was a yes.
As we grew older, my siblings and I grew a part. I wouldn’t say we were ever close, at least I wasn’t to them. We fought, we yelled, we laughed, like all other brothers and sisters do, but I never opened up, or told them how I felt. I didn’t think it mattered to them, I didn’t think I mattered. Now a days I only see one of my brothers once a month, he barely notices me though, we don’t talk much. I try to talk to my little brother, and it usually turns into a fight. I guess it’s the whole”puberty” thing, but still, I just wanted him to know I was there, I don’t think he cares.
I talk to my dad every now and then, but not about huge subjects, like how I wanted to kill myself for so long, or how my heart was broken. I tried telling it to my mom, she listened, but it didn’t feel like she fully understood. It’s hard to talk to her most the time, sometimes it feels like she isn’t happy with a daughter like me. I don’t know what I did, or maybe it’s just because she isn’t happy with her life. I don’t think anyone in my family is happy with their life.."
I'm pretty sure that that news headline about Iowa students required to take anti-rape classes was from The Onion (a satirical news site where every story is fake).
Oh, woops! Sorry for the confusion…
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