I was just trying to go about my day when I suddenly hear, ‘POP QUIZ!! Everyone get out a pencil now.’ I see 6-7 students come towards my direction to get a pencil (ha, of course these kids don’t bring school supplies). But suddenly, the panic hits me — there’s only six pencils and seven students. 

Oh [redacted]. My time has finally come >:(. I’m gonna get borderline molested by some kid with slimy, sticky hands that still picks his nose in the big 26 with no regard for personal boundaries. I close my eyes and hope someone yells out saying they have an extra pencil, but no one comes to my aid.

Well, since I’m being put through this torture, might as well have some fun. See what most people don’t realize, is that I hear everything. EVERYTHING.

For example, just last period I heard this kid whisper, ‘Wait, what’d you get for number three?’ Which is interesting because literally three minutes ago the teacher said no talking. And to make matters worse, it was an open notes quiz, like YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING RN. Just take notes, it cannot be that hard to maintain that C average you need for your football scholarship.

Then we have the usual discussion of people’s love lives. I think people don’t realize exactly how loud they talk. Cuz I’m all the way on the other side of the classroom and I can hear Sarah talking about how her ex-boyfriend just got with her biggest opp. Like okay Sarah, you’re way too good for a 5 foot 6 inch manchild who claims he didn’t make the basketball team because of his knee injury (we all know it’s cuz he’s short).  

And don’t even get me started on the cheating conversations. I’ve literally heard these lazy freshmen talk about how they copied their answers for their math test off their friend last period and the teacher didn’t notice. Which is crazy, by the way, since their English teacher is less than two feet away and will most definitely report them for academic dishonesty.

There’s also a lot of complaining about teachers. Especially the science and math ones. Unfortunately, I am unable to reveal the exact contents of the conversations but its safe to say that it is rather passionate.

And through all this, I’m being abused. 

Honestly, I just hope that someone breaks me in half and throws me in the trash. I can’t deal w anymore of this s—