like, i guess this isnt even a particularly “”“adult”“” blog but theres something very unnerving about clicking through to a new follower and seeing “age: 14” on the sidebar. i feel like a chaperone at a highschool dance. leave some room for jesus
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.
#dont reblog
*points at someone’s figure drawings* what is this, some kind of tumblr social justice bullshit??
makes sense; as proud consumers the very thought of creating something themselves is antithesis of a redditor’s sense of masculinity. a REAL MAN only destroys
