When You Are The Chaotic One In The Friendship.

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.

When people say that Sherlock isn't a romance, I just think of the Netflix ads for it.

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.

"I had killed people!"

"You were a docter!"

"I had bad days!"

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.

You know the only good part of having braces is that my orthodontist gave me my teeth molds.

My parents do not give a shit if I date a girl. But my Dad would murder me if I even have a nice thought about an Eagles fan.

So, who do I have to high five?

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

What people think Advanced classes are like:

"All right children, what shall we do for homework tonight? Maybe next chapter's cource work."

What it's really like

"Am I going to have to call the elementary school principal and ask why you five, don't know your left from your right yet are able to keep steady A's in this class?"