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HIGH SCHOOL



This is how to run a stick of Chapstick
down the black boxes on your scantron
so the grading machine skips the wrong
answers. This is how to honor roll. Hell,
this is how to National Honor Society.
This is being voted “Most Likely to Marry
for Money” or “Talks the Most, Says the
Least” for senior superlatives. This is
stepping around the kids having panic
attacks in the hallway. This is being the
kid having a panic attack in the hallway.
This is making the A with purple moons
stamped under both eyes. We had to try.
This is telling the ACT supervisor you have
ADHD to get extra time. Today, the average
high school student has the same anxiety
levels as the average 1950’s psychiatric
patient. We know the Pythagorean theorem
by heart, but short-circuit when asked
“How are you?” We don’t know. We don’t
know. That wasn’t on the study guide.
We usually know the answer, but rarely
know ourselves.

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HIGH SCHOOL By Blythe Baird (via blythebrooklyn)

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mylifeinmegabytes:

So one of my friends broke her arm falling off her porch and her hot neighbor friend took her to the emergency room. When she about to get a xray the technician asked “is there any possibility of you being pregnant?” and she’s like “No” the technician looked at her, looked the the hot neighbor friend then look back at her and asked "Are you sure?"

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Track: Unknown The Rains of Castamere
Artist: Unknown Sigur Rós
Album: Unknown The Rains of Castamere (From the HBO® Series Game of Thrones - Season 4) - Single

i have started writing my text post about my dad’s wedding this last weekend, i hope some of you read it because im going to be quite open in it but yeah its taking a while to write

jaesama:

guys with sleeve tattoos wearing dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up. fuck man.

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