Study hall... What a JOKE.

NEVER TAKE A STUDY HALL.
Ever.

Well.. At least at my school.
I wrote out part of this post in it yesterday.
Wanna hear?

DAY ONE.
I seriously cannot do this study hall shit...
Really it's like fucking detention.
Can't sleep,
eat,
talk.
You have to sit at your own table with NO ONE else.
And they're those damn lunch room tables too. I'm going to gouge my own eyes out.

LEGIT.

I'm getting the FUCK out of here ASAP.

15 more
FUCKING

minutes left.


I hate life.

Like honestly.

When I get home, NAP TIME. Hella yes.
For now?
Kill me.
Thanx.
-Jess.
Yeah today wasn't much better. Meyers made me go check which lockers we were assigned had boths on them. 23 of thsoe damn lockers had bolts on them.

Once again I get stuck with the REJECT lockers.

Fml. So im sharing with a freshy.

LOL FRESHMAN.
THEY'RE SO SMALL.

I made 5 new freshman friends.
Mike,
Jared,
Tina,
James,
girl-who-plays-violin.

I'm awful at names.

I was angry too, my whole geometry class was made up of REALLY smart freshman.
And my techer is...
Well..
Talking in a monotone voice and OH MY GOSH ive heard he's perverted.
Show a little somthin' get a better grade.
What is this world coming too??

by the way, my orchestra sub was walking around holding a pair of sissors like she was gonna stab somebody. And she like.. evesdropped like crazy. She was RATHER creepy.

Well, since I don't eat lunch I'm STARVING.

PIZZA ROLLS HERE I COME.

Peace-a-late. <33