Like, Finals. 3 more days left of school!! ... But these last 3 days will be spent by taking the finals and burning our brains out. Way to go, district. Now, I'm just going to throw this out there: finals is like... Our eyes being rubbed by sandpaper, Then our head being drilled at, And eventually our head would be cracked open in half like Humpty Dumpty's Our brain yolk would be scrambled on the school's frying pan desks, The teachers would shove the over-cooked, burnt chicken periods back in our head shells, And finally, they would stitch the head back together with the district's spit and no. 2 pencil shavings. Thanks a lot.
She Who Must Not Be Named She just had to ruin my morning. Yesterday, my grandpa had just visited. And gotten into a car accident and broke his bone. Yesterday was also my birthday. Now, I'm not complaining that nobody celebrated my "sweet" 16th birthday. It's more about the fact that my dad didn't even know that it was my birthday until grandpa told him yesterday, and although everybody (that i thought cared about me) had enough time to at least buy me a present or prepare SOMETHING for my birthday, nobody did. In fact, the only people who actually cared enough to at least say "happy birthday" were a few of my friends and random people on Facebook. And guess what She did this morning as I was eating breakfast? She told me that I'm a rude good-for-nothing. I couldn't swallow my breakfast. Good thing she went to work right afterwards. Do you understand what I'm feeling right now?
Opuss On the wooden edge of the river Put your words in your hands Utter them with utmost respect Secretly, almost silently Sprinkle over the vast body of water. #opuss#acrostic
At School 1 What happens at school? Adults frequently ask this question. And it always bothers the kids, because they have nothing to say. Why? Is it just because they're too lazy to respond? Or because school is so repetitive and predictable that there is no point in asking, "how was your day at school"? If that's what you think, then... Man, you've got it all wrong, my friend. It was a cloudy Tuesday in the last few days of May. Seniors getting ready to graduate, sophomores and juniors dying of the "Black Finals Plague", and freshmen... well, being freshmen. This story all begins with an Asian sophomore, soon-to-be-junior, who lives in a community with almost no other Asian. Oddly enough, her name is Layla, which sounds like a white chick's name. But anyway... there was another thought antagonizing Layla that day. It was Daniel. Actually, not Daniel himself, but what her best friend had told her about Daniel. The previous week, Layla had confessed her most-likely-crush on Daniel to Retsa. Daniel also happens to be the only Asian guy around who is coincidentally the same age as Layla. The problem is, they only get to see each other about 3~5 times a year when they participate in the city college's piano recitals. So naturally, Retsa would not believe that Layla actually had a legitimate crush on the guy. But Layla could feel it. She had also primarily thought it was just teen hormones, but this was deeper than that. In fact, now that she thought more about it, they did know each other since elementary school. 'I wonder if he's thinking about me too?' 'I wonder what he's doing right now?' 'I wonder if he likes me too?' Whenever she sees a basketball player, she thinks of Daniel. But yesterday, Retsa had told her about a dream she had dreamt the night before. "Layla. Okay, don't get mad at me, but I had a dream last night about Daniel, and it was just so vividly engraved into my memory.. I have to talk it out of my system. And you know how I never remember any of my dreams. This is so weird, man. "So I was in a third person's POV, watching myself and Daniel talk. We were arguing about something really important, but I don't know what exactly we were yelling about. "But the weird thing is, once we were both hyped up on our distinct opinions and reached the climax of the argument, Daniel suddenly turned into a........." (To be continued)