What’s in there?
“Good writing, what good writing” I say to myself as I happily type 3-6 pages of shit information for my research paper.
ugh i shouldn’t have gone to class. now my teacher knows who i am :/
dude: *draws on girl who sits next to him*
girl: *gets mad, punches the dude*
dude: *is to manly to let it end there, punches her back*
girl: *is too much of a feminist to let him win, punches back while cursing*
other dude, behind the two: *stops throwing his neighbours pens at the trashcan, starts throwing them at the two in front*
dude who doesn’t have any pens anymore: *wakes up, gets mad at pen throwing dude*
other girl: *genuinely tries to ask a question despite the fistfight between the first dude and girl next to her*
teacher: *on the verge of walking out the door/window and or a mental breakdown*
the rest of the class: *chanting the names of the people involved*
The mom friend of my group got a boyfriend which makes him our dad, congrats mom! Except, the guy she started dating is my best fucking friend and friends with everyone else so when they announced that theyre dating everyone fucking turned to look at him with the “so youre my dad now?” look and I’ve never seen someone more panicked to be my parent than my actual father