What People Think Advanced Classes Are Like:

Guess who got an 87 precent on the fanfiction they submitted for ELA class. (It was Star Wars fanfiction)

Debate is weird. We switch sides everyother round and there is no correct answer. As long as you have better evidence or reasoning, you can win. In my last meet, (it was virtual) the judge for that round had her camera on and I saw a child running around in the background. So, I used most of my last speech leaning heavily on how if the judge chooses the other side's plan of action, our children will die. It worked and I won. The other people on the debate team are now a little bit more scared of me. I don't regret my actions. I hate children.

Advanced ELA class is weird. Some days, everyone is having an argument over how would one best over throw the government, other days we are yelling at Dylan because he's hyperventilating while looking at photos of milk.

So as you do, I was going on an evening walk while listening to a new podcast. Then suddenly, I saw it. A feather in nearly perfect condition. The little amount joy left in my shriveled up heart finally decided to make an appearance. I picked up the feather of course, and I found another, and another until I had five feathers held so that they wouldn't touch each other. When I got home and showed my mom, I am pretty sure that I looked slightly insane.

It's been a long year, mr. principal. Some people cope by reading or drawing, I cope by calling Atticus Finch a dilf in my To Kill A Mockingbird essay.

When you are the chaotic one in the friendship.

rando person (aka any of my friends):"Why do you read so many fanfictions with abusive and unhealthy relationships? Read about healthy ones please."

Bruh, if I want to see a healthy relationship, I go downstairs and watch my parents.

So, who do I have to high five?

*releases pack of dads into home depot* go……be free