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I think the adults at our school, or really adults in general are out of touch with today’s youth. Last year they said we had to take Career and College Readiness, and anyone who didn’t want to would have to make their parent call the school and request not to take it. I didn’t want to go through all that trouble, and I was at a loss for what classes to choose so I just took it. Now I regret it, because there are a lot of other electives I would have rather taken. My first period is spent filling out worksheets about my goals and what I want to be when I grow up, like I’m back on the first day of kindergarten. It’s a massive waste of time.

My second period also sucks balls. I typically enjoy ELA. This year, however, the teacher is making is do the dumbest stuff. She really expects us to read a three hundred page book in three weeks and annotate the whole thing, as well as have notes prepared for a seminar discussing it. And I don’t struggle with these most of the time, but the book is boring as hell. The teacher is just gushing about how much she loves the book and how interesting it is, and I’m wondering if we’re reading the same thing. The book is called The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by the way, though I doubt you’ll read it, and I can’t blame you. Christ, it’s probably the most awful thing I’ve ever read. And I’m thinking, why are we reading a nonfiction book about cells? That’s the type of thing I might be doing in biology, but in ELA? I can’t even call the story bad because it all actually happened and stuff that actually happened is always boring. When I’m in ELA, I want to read literature, not a case file.

Nobody in the class wants to read it. Even the “my dad will beat me if I get a B+” Asian kids are too sick of it to read it. Everybody is just brushing it off or trying to find some notes online. I’ve never heard of this book being taught in schools, so I can only imagine that the teacher for whatever reason thought this book was the next Bible and forced us to read it too. If it isn’t obvious, I disagree with a lot of what my ELA teacher thinks. Today she started getting all up in my face saying, “You know, I think you should change your word choice so you don’t sound so mean,” in that fake polite voice you use to talk to infants when they did something bad but you don’t want them to burst into tears. And I hardly talk at all in school unless I’m answering a question, so I asked her what she meant. Of course, the next thing she did was head over to her desk and whip out a paper that I had filled out from last Friday, which she still had laying around for some reason.

To make things short, last Friday, we had a book discussion on that dumb case file, and I had to fill out a sheet reviewing a certain person’s performance and contribution to the discussion, since I wasn’t a part of it. One of the questions was: “What would you have said if you were in the discussion?”

And I wrote: “I would have brought up more contentious questions with open answers. I think that’s more interesting than one person saying ‘I liked this part,’ and everyone else going, ‘Yes, me too.’ That makes me bored.”

And it was sort of an absent-minded thing that I mentally noted because the discussion, to be honest, was really boring. It was sort of clear this sort of book doesn’t lend itself well to fifty minutes seminars. I don’t blame them for resorting to making surface level observations like “I liked this.”

But of course, the teacher got all up in her feelings about it, like I’d just slandered her entire family. She shoved it onto my desk and made me read what I had written. “You see what I mean?” she asked me.

And maybe I’m blind, but I did not see what she meant at all. I asked her who in God’s name I was even offending by writing this.

“That part at the end, ‘That makes me bored.'” You think you could have written that a little nicer?”

And then she said something that really pisses me off. “You’re a smart kid. You get what I’m saying.” As if I’m some sort of troglodyte bully that’s playing dumb to my heinous crimes. This was still in that fake pleasant tone, by the way.

I told her I didn’t think what I wrote was a big deal.

She said, “I was actually going to show this to her, but…” By her, she was referring to the girl whose discussion I was reviewing.

And then the girl, who had been listening the entire time, said, “Actually, he already showed it to me.” And I had, since she had already asked to see what I wrote on Friday.

The teacher gave a look of surprise and went, “Oh, really?” That’s when it occurred to me that the teacher seriously decided not to show the girl my paper because she thought it would hurt the girl’s feelings. It didn’t. When I showed it to her, the girl laughed and thought it was funny.

So the teacher started backtracking and repeated some more dumb crap on how I need to say things nicer. I wanted to argue and defend myself but I said nothing and just nodded. And at that point, I knew she was just talking out of her behind. That’s sad, because when you’re young, you sort of idolize adults. Then you see them do the same dumb crap kids do. It’s really depressing. Adults really are out of touch these days.

I’m playing a this puzzle game online called Professor Layton and the Curious Village with Bien. Honestly Bien hasn’t helped on a single puzzle but it’s fine. And I have to say I thought this would be a baby easy game based on the title and art style, but I’ve been stumped on nearly all of them, and I had to use all of my hints. Some of the puzzles I think are dumb and the answers were unsatisfying, but some of them I thought were really clever and I was slapping my head after I saw the answer, and it made me feel stupid. So I thought I’d share three of the cool puzzles I saw.

Here’s an easy one. All you have to do is find out the right seating arrangements so that each person is okay with the person they are sitting next to. This one only took me about twenty seconds to solve so I don’t think it’s much trouble.

The next one took me a really long time. For about twenty minutes I was fiddling around with a calculator and staring blankly at the screen and trying to resist the temptation of using a hint. I asked Bien for help but of course he knew nothing. After I found the answer, I slapped myself in the face and realized the answer was so obvious and I was so dumb. I think that’s a mark of a good puzzle. Here it is:

This is a really good puzzle that really had me overthinking it, trying to recall everything I learned in geometry class, even though this can just be solved with common sense. I’ll be really impressed if any of the kids can solve this without any help.

I was going to write about a debate competition I had in English class but I got bored halfway through and instead I’ll say that there’s this really dumb kid in my photography class. I asked him if he would rather be rich 1000 years in the past or poor 1000 years in the future and he said the future because there was no money in the past. He tried to argue he was right after I called him a moron. We’re taking world history this year too. But that just goes to show that everybody in my school except me is a braindead idiot. Well, I think everyone is stupid, just that some are better at hiding it than others. I told that to the kid in photography class and he said I was acting like Greg Heffley from Diary of a Wimpy Kid because I was acting like I was better than everyone else. And I told him that he has the intelligence of a mole rat because he could not even analyze a character from a children’s book.

I’m also the president of book club though that isn’t very impressive considering only two other people are in the club, presumably because nobody in the school likes reading because they’re all small-brained. One kid dropped out to join yoga club of all things, and the other said they’d show and never did. A girl from my English class asked me about it and said she’d join but I wouldn’t blame her if she left after one meeting because really since there’s no members we just talk for five minutes and head out. Of the two other guys, one is afraid of talking to girls and the other is kind of dumb. Also they picked some really dumb books to read for book club. Another girl asked me about it and wanted to know if manga counted as a book. I told her no and was about to lecture her on what a real book is but I bit my tongue. Some people need a fist to the face sometimes. It’s true. I asked around and even made an announcement to my entire English class but unfortunately everyone is of sub-human intelligence. There’s this web comic I read and this guy in it says that he sometimes feels like he is the only human in the entire world.

As for chess club, that’s just swimming with members. I think the difference is that you don’t need to be smart to play chess. You can’t really call it a club either. It’s more akin to a social gathering. I don’t know most of the people in there and I don’t talk to them. A club to me is like a secret society and we’d all slit our wrists for each other and make a blood pact.

Honestly my debate argument sucked but I still won because my opponents were stupid and tried treating it more like an essay than a speech. In written form what they said was better but none of them had good public speaking skills and it all felt rather impersonal, whereas mine was more gripping and was less likely to make people fall asleep. One of my sworn enemies was on the other team and after his loss he was licking his wounds and crying with his teammates. I decided not to gloat because I think he is annoying to talk to but for sure he’d be rubbing it in my face if he had won. Of course him winning was not a possibility because despite his good grades he is actually stupid. He thinks or maybe just pretends he is smart because of his report card. I told him grades are not an accurate indicator of intelligence but he’d rather not hear it.

Anyhow. There’s this girl and I think about her a lot and I thought I liked her but really she made me irritated more than anything else. She is probably the fakest person I know. Every time I hear her voice it’s as if it’s going through a grinder and her mask is paper thin and upsets me how easily I can see through it and I wonder if everyone else can see it too but pretend not to or are completely oblivious. And I think about these kinds of people a lot and really I’m not different. What upsets me is when people are fakers but are bad at faking. People who force laughs annoy me the most. I said she’s the fakest person I know but now that I think about it I don’t know her at all. When I was making my list of useful people in a zombie apocalypse I gave her a 1/5 in the leadership category because I thought she was too immature and I would not put my life in her hands. Still, who knows. I think some people in my school need to grow up already. I think that except I read somewhere once, I don’t know if it was a book or what, but a kid asked if they had to grow up right then and there, when did they have time to be a kid? Anyway we had to bring in our baby pictures and guess who was who, and the girl was constantly going like, yeah you guys will know which one is me cause I’m the only Asian girl. And in my head I thought, shut up already.

I don’t know if this happens with other races but Asian people really like to mention that they’re Asian, or at least the kids do. To me it comes off as insecurity trying its hardest to pose as security.

In French we’re going over the passe imparfait: j’etais jeune, mais maintenant j’ai quinze ans.

I would read TQ’s blogs but she doesn’t capitalize the start of her sentences. That’s a pet peeve of mine: people not capitalizing. I don’t think it’s that much trouble to occasionally hold down the shift key. And on an iPad or something, just turn on autocorrect. You know, there’s some real sickos out there who intentionally turn off autocorrect so they can write in all lowercase. It’s supposed to make the writer seem laid-back and carefree. If you’re going out of your way to not capitalize, it proves the opposite. I see it so often now it comes off as really cringe-inducing. When I see a Youtube video title that’s in all lowercase it makes me not want to watch it. I grilled a classmate over his choice to turn off autocorrect so he could text in all lowercase.

Well. I finally convinced my friend to shave his neckbeard. And the result was barely noticeable. Some things really can’t be changed. There’s probably a deep message in there. I’m too tired to find it.

A few months ago I wrote about why Marvel movies suck and at the time nobody seemed to agree since they were busy pissing themselves over WandaVision or whatever was coming out at the time. Now, and though I won’t pretend the opinion is widespread, there are more and more people online sharing the exact same sentiment as me, listing the same reasons why. I won’t claim to be a prophet, but I definitely am. Like Galileo Galilei, my thoughts eventually will become fact, because I’m never wrong.

When I watched the new Dr. Strange movie I thought it was mediocre at best, yet everyone else seemed to like it. I haven’t watched the billion others shows and movies so it was all sort of confusing. I don’t think it’s my fault either to be uninformed. Content should stand on its own, regardless if the viewer has seen the related spinoffs. It could be understandable if the content is something more complex, like Harry Potter. Because I doubt anyone is just going to watch one random Harry Potter movie; if you’re going to watch one, you’re likely already planning on watching them all. But Marvel movies are clearly intended to be more casual, fun action movies. I don’t see why I have to understand this convoluted plotline spanning over dozens of films just to understand what in God’s name is going on. Actually, I do see why. Marvel wants money.

My main gripe with the Multiverse movie is that it’s too afraid to do anything new. When I first saw the trailers I thought the concept was pretty neat. But that movie goes absolutely nowhere with it. The only places Dr. Strange visits are places near identical to our world, with slight differences. They have a whole team of writers and the most interesting world they could come up with is one where you walk on the red light and Captain America is actually Captain Colonizer. When you have the advantage of being able to do literally anything you want in your fictional world, why would you make it so similar to ours? That’s like a space movie except the only planets they visit are planets just like Earth. It’s lame.

It might be unfair to criticize the movie on what it should have been instead of what it is. That’s fair enough. So what actually happens in the movie? Well, there’s this girl who can open up portals to other dimensions and she meets Dr. Strange. For some reason Wanda really wants to see her children so she wants to kidnap the girl and she needs a book or something from the Asian guy that I’ve seen in the other Marvel movies. I thought it was confusing but I’m probably in the minority.

First off, the characters are bland. I really couldn’t tell you the personalities of either Dr. Strange or the little kid because they don’t have one. Dr. Strange exists to fill the role of the main character with powers and the little kid exists as the McGuffin that the villain must take from the hero. There’s not much more to them.

For a Marvel movie there’s a surprising lack of jokes. The ones that are present aren’t very funny or creative.

The action sequences are pretty lame. A gripe I have with stories in all media is when the abilities of one of the fighters isn’t well clarified. Basically, what they can and can’t do in a fight. The Flash can run fast. That’s his thing. If he suddenly shot lasers out of his eyes to win a fight it feels unearned, like the writers couldn’t find out a way to creatively make him win with the moveset he has. Wanda, the main antagonist, suffers from this issue. In her fight against the Illuminati (no, this movie did not come out in 2012) she melts the first two guys into a Lovecraftian disfiguration. This ability never really comes up again. If she can melt people, why doesn’t she melt the next two guys? The answer is that the writers wanted to show how threatening her powers were but were too lazy to figure out how to develop those powers to make sense in an actual fight. Maybe this has always been in ability in the other shows and movies. Even if that’s the case, I still think it’s really lazy.

The ending fight between Dr. Strange and Wanda is awful. I legitimately could not remember a single detail of the fight and had to look it up for this blog, despite the fact that I can remember something like Anakin and Obi-Wan’s duel all these years later. What happens is Dr. Strange traps Wanda in a ghost cage but then he’s like “she’s too powerful for my ghost cage!” and she gets out of the cage and shoots a fireball at Dr. Strange and he dies. So apparently, we can add fireballs to her move list. When I think of a fight I think of a more physical altercation where they’re actually like, hurting each other. Not just an instakill with a single move. Harry Potter fights are the same way but you’re not watching those movies for the action, you know? Then the kid opens up a portal and Wanda is like “I have seen the error of my ways,” like she’s some corny Disney villain. Way to end the movie. And at the very end Dr. Strange grows an eyeball on his forehead, hinting at an inevitable sequel. Can’t wait to consume the next crap stain Disney farts out of their behinds.

In conclusion, I don’t think it’s offensively bad, but to call it a good movie would be an insult to the people who expend time and effort on actual quality storytelling. Marvel just wants to the do bare minimum and cover it with glitter and flashy effects. Though it won’t happen, I hope Marvel and Disney go bankrupt. They’re corporate scumbags who view movies as a means to make money and not an art form. Vote with your wallets people. It won’t kill you to not catch up on Thor’s latest wacky adventure rated PG. Don’t accept mediocrity as a standard.

For the Kids: One time this Vietnamese girl who keeps hitting on me told me happy Lunar New Year. I already knew about it from my Chinese friend (I told him to shut the hell up) so I was vaguely aware of the event. Except I stared at her blankly for a good ten seconds thinking “Do Vietnamese people celebrate this too?” And eventually she awkwardly turned away before I said anything and I felt pretty dumb.

For the Adults: Oh boy I sure love my family they’re so great I’m foaming at the mouth just talking about them. By the way, I’m planning on being a doctor.

Sometimes I think a lot and then I think it would be cool if I went and wrote about what I was thinking in a blog. By the time I’m sitting down I’ve already lost interest and I’m wondering why I should even bother writing. I apologize if this sounds pretty whiny but I know nobody actually reads about this and cares. Which is fine since I mostly use this blog to complain anyway. TQ does the same thing but the difference between me and hair is that she’s still being breastfed while I’m in high school. So you could say I’m just immature. That sucks in my opinion. Everyone thinks there’s something wrong with me, like I’m some sort of crackhead that’s an embarrassment to the family. On my Mom’s side of the family they already ignore me aside from one of my aunts. Even though I never liked them that much that still stings, for a grown adult to decide that even if I am still a child, I’m just awful enough to be cut out of the family photo.

To the younger kids if they actually read this far, I probably sound like a nutjob edgelord ranting on about how the whole world is against me since nobody is explicitly expressing their dislike. But it’s usually more subtle than that. I remember during the Europe trip my uncle would keep saying that I wasn’t as troublesome as he thought I was going to be. And to be honest this sort of pissed me off. If that sounds disrespectful, fine, but it’s the truth. People are always saying that your family members act this way because they “love” you. That’s a load of crap. That’s just a way to cover their butts when they lose their temper. Not many want to admit it, but there’s no such thing as unconditional love, unless you’re still a baby that can’t talk. It annoys me when people say they do things out of love or concern. It’s like something an abuser would say. Because let’s be honest. In that moment when of screaming, the only feeling was absolute, genuine hatred. There was no love to be had.

I see the other kids at school laughing with their friends or telling happy stories about them and their families. I’ll admit it, I’m pretty jealous. I wish I was born into an average family with a group of friends and the most pressing thing on my mind was the upcoming test or a school dance. Or sometimes I wish I was in a different world entirely, like those crappy animes. I might hesitate at first, but if I could leave everyone behind to start a better life in another world, I would. Of course, those things don’t happen, and you’re stuck with what you got.

And I’ll say that I hate that my parents aren’t together. My dad will probably say I’m a little pussy for still being hung up on this, but that’s how I feel. Everyone’s all like “99% percent of marriages end in divorce so don’t feel so down!” But all the other kids in the family have two parents and everyone I know at school has two parents and I’m stuck like trailer trash hanging around without a mom. When the teacher asked us who had divorced parents I wouldn’t raise my hand, because I find it humiliating. That’s pretty immature I admit. I still couldn’t bear it. My classmates don’t know anything about me so if I shared that one piece of information, I’d only be that kid without two parents.

I don’t talk about this much. My dad says he doesn’t care what I write on here but he’ll yell at me about it later anyway. My aunt and uncle I rarely see and even if I saw them more often I don’t think we’re close enough to discuss it. Khang and TD I wouldn’t even think about. I heard them talking about me behind my back once and it wasn’t exactly the nicest thing I’ve ever heard. I’ve tried talking to the kids (pathetic, I know) but they don’t get anything. And if I started acting all mopey around them they’d definitely avoid me for bring the mood down. And we’re in vastly different situations, so they won’t get it even when they’re older. I remember Khoi started laughing about how my parents worked at a nail salon. At that moment I wanted to slam his head into the table until his skull cracked and he was bleeding. Pretty sad, yeah, how this teenager is getting all hot and bothered by the dumb comments of a fetus. But that bothers me even more. That I just have to grin and bear it and if I don’t I’m stupid. Like how writing this blog is just my stupid complaints that don’t matter. In middle school some kids were joshing me about it too. My life is just a real comedy to some people, and I’m such a clown for not liking it. So the adults can silently judge and the kids can laugh because it’s just too funny to bear. They don’t have to deal with it so who cares.

Since there’s no one in my family I can talk to, I figured I could just vent to my friends. The issue is that I don’t have any friends. I hang out with people and we have a laugh together but they’re not people I would ever vent to. I’d just seem weird for getting all emotional all of a sudden. I view friends as people you chill with if you’re bored, similar to how you might view watching a movie. They’re not people you share your life journey with. In the movies the protagonist always has their friend they can talk to and rely on. Those don’t exist in real life.

This has turned into an incoherent tangent so I’ll stop. I don’t think I’ll post for a while because I’m seeing less and less reason to do so. So maybe once every few months or I just might stop entirely. It wouldn’t matter either way.

This guy at my lunch table asked one of the other guys if he had a lucky charm. The other guy thought he was talking about the cereal, but the first guy meant like a rabbit foot or something. And the only reason you’d ask such an astronomically stupid question is if you are stupid yourself. I asked him why he was talking about lucky charms and he said that he was considering getting one. Which was astronomically stupid. His idea was to carry around a lucky charm for “good luck”. I don’t have to explain that lucky charms don’t work, so it was really dumb that he wanted one. So I told him that and he was like “I just like the aspect of it.” Which is also really dumb. I mean that’s just code for “I think it looks cool,” and he probably doesn’t know what the word “aspect” means. I’m guessing he wanted to wear like a four-leaf clover around his neck and he hoped people would ask him about it. Back in my edgy middle school days I wanted to carry around a notebook and draw stuff in it during my free time. I deluded myself into thinking that I just wanted to sketch things that I saw around me but in reality I just thought I would look cool brooding in the back of the classroom drawing scribbling something. So I told the guy not to embarrass himself like that but it seemed like he had deluded himself into believing that he actually wanted a lucky charm for the “luck.” We got into an argument about it and eventually I gave up.

I’ve always thought that it’s sort of annoying when people pretend to be more interesting than they actually are, whether it be by faking personality quirks or carrying around the mutilated corpse of a rabbit. A common method is by saying that you have depression. I use to say that when I was in middle school. I was actually just being moody. That doesn’t sound very cool though. The thing is being a moody teen is something everyone is at one point and just makes you seem kind of pathetic. So given the choice between being the emo “it’s not a phase mom” teen or being the special depressed guy most people would pick the latter.

Side note: How do you fail a suicide? I mean if you shoot yourself in the face and somehow survive then that makes sense. But how do you fail to hang yourself? Did you buy the world’s thinnest rope or something? Are you using wet spaghetti noodles? I guess that sounds sort of insensitive. I am genuinely interested though in how you could fail in murdering the easiest person to kill.

Basically what I’m saying is that in annoys me when people won’t actually try to become interesting and will instead artificially create details about themselves that aren’t true.

By the way. Politics. I hate liberals. If you’re a liberal you’re punching the air right now and if you’re a conservative you’re hootin’ and tootin’. On Youtube I see stuff like “How Liberals Are Turning Our Kids GAY Through the TAP WATER” and “How Conservatives EAT Homosexuals and GET AWAY With It.” I think people who aren’t actively doing anything to support their cause need to shut up about their political opinions. Because if you go on and on about your beliefs yet don’t lift a finger to do anything then you’re just a posing bum.

Also vote for Trump in 2024. Not that I’m going to be attending any of his rallies. Also Obama was the worst president ever because he’s democat (I’m not racist btw I just don’t like democats.)

I’m pretty sure my family is racist. My dad said he supported BLM but I remember him getting on Khang’s case cause his friends were black. Also I think he hates gays because he doesn’t want us to be gay. I’m not. I think Khoi might be because he kept trying to kiss me. Also TQ is.

I’ve been thinking about Japan and Korea and China and then rotting besides them is Vietnam, which is desperately trying to pretend to be a Western country. That’s a lie. I don’t know anything about Vietnam but judging from how dogcrap the music from there is I can only imagine someone there heard Snoop Dog sing and wanted to emulate it. That’s also a lie. I’ve never heard a Snoop Dog song. There’s been talk about how Vietnam is the fastest growing country. That could be true. Perhaps one day it will even stand among the big three Asian countries. Maybe they already would be if they weren’t commies. (Source: North Korea vs. South Korea.) I’m of the belief that the government of a country reflects the will of the people. It’s not the government and its people. It’s the people and its government. So if a country wants to be commies then they will. Just know you reap what you sow. Whether Vietnam becomes a decent country is up to speculation. No matter what happens, I know their music will always be awful.

American music sucks. I can only name one band. These days it’s just singers who make samey music and don’t play any instruments. Call me a weeb if you want but I like Japanese music because you can hear different instruments and a more natural sounding voice. (Aside from the ones who pretend to have those child-like high-pitched voices. I want to rip their heads off.) Kpop also sucks. There’s no reason to have nine singers if none of them play an instrument. That just means you have to split the lyrics in nine different ways for no real reason, providing nothing of worth to the song. Kpop sounds really corporate for this reason, and it’s why I don’t like Marvel or Disney or anime or young adult novels. And I have to mention that rap sounds really bad if it’s not in English or Korean. I don’t listen to much rap but Japanese and especially Vietnamese rap sounds like crap.

Yesterday I went to the park and there were a bunch of shirtless guys doing community service and they tried to run me over with their car. Then my friends and I played basketball except they suck. One is overweight and the other is probably anorexic, and they started gasping for air after about two minutes. Afterwards we headed off to pick up some badminton equipment and grab a bike and a scooter. The one guy has badminton equipment at his house. He told me that he played badminton so I thought he was good but he can’t even serve without missing five times in a row and trying to say that missing serves shouldn’t give me a point. The guy is impossibly unathletic, I mean probably even ThucQuyen is more athletic than him. It’s just sad. He says he works out but I doubt it. Anyway he got an electric bike from his garage. It was super tiny and looked like it was fit for a toddler. He gave the anorexic kid an electric scooter but we couldn’t figure it out. Eventually he did but he didn’t know how to control the speed and nearly ran us over. We headed to Walgreens after and the fake badminton player said that someone needed to watch over the bikes. I highly doubted our bikes would be stolen in under two minutes but I said sure and offered to watch over them. I didn’t want anything so I thought that made sense but the fake badminton player was really insistent about it, probably because he’s afraid to talk to the cashier. He claims to have a job as a waiter but how can you serve tables if you can’t even talk to the cashier? So we left the faker outside and the anorexic kid and I went inside. I gave him ten dollars to use on whatever because I needed to pay him back for a game he bought me. He bought two packs of raisin cookies which is pretty disgusting but I don’t judge. At the cash register I said that we should buy something for the faker so the anorexic kid ran around the entire store for about a minute trying to find something. The whole time I was awkwardly standing with the cashier and when the kid finally came back he was empty-handed and said he couldn’t find anything. So I picked up a box of white tic tacs. Then when we gave the tic tacs to the faker he said he didn’t want them. So the anorexic kid ate them. We went back to the park and played badminton except it was actually a volleyball court and I got sand in my shoes and it was hard to run around. And as you might expect the two are unathletic at every sport and sucked really bad at badminton. The first ten minutes was watching them try to hit it over the net. After that the chain came off my back and we had to yank it out and it got my hands really dirty. We were supposed to go to the park today too but the faker said that his mom took away his bike (95% sure this is a lie) and that his throat hurts (100% sure this is a lie.) I’m sure the real reason is that either his parents won’t let him go or he’s too afraid to bike five minutes to the park. And the other new kid that we invited said he wasn’t gonna come then he said he would then he said he couldn’t then he said he’ll think about it and then he stopped responding to our texts. So it was just me and the anorexic kid but I didn’t really feel like going with just him because it would be boring so I said I wasn’t coming.

Last week during second period the bell rang but instead of going up the stairs, they headed into the cafeteria. I didn’t know what was going on, so I just followed everyone, and the teachers shut off all the lights in the room. We all sat down in the empty chairs and some people were on their phones, so I figured nothing important was happening. At one point some kid had to go take a leak but the teachers said he had to hold it in as there weren’t supposed to let anyone out. There was an announcement over the school speakers, and they said there was some intruder outside. They said that it wasn’t a drill but the other kids didn’t seem to care at all and continued to look really bored. We were in there for about fifteen minutes and only afterwards did I learn that some eight-grade brat who didn’t even attend our school had shown up with a gun. I’m not sure what kind of gun but I think it was a pistol, and really only a moron snot nosed little kid would even think that was enough to shoot up a school. Maybe he was suicidal or something. I hope they shot him in the face, though I don’t think they did. At the very least I hope they punched him in the face a few times. Honestly, I don’t think that you should be given a shred of mercy just because you’re a minor. You know damn well what you’re pulling when you’re thirteen or fourteen years old. And even if the guy wasn’t actually planning on shooting anyone and just wanted to be edgy, they still should’ve beat his behind. I tried finding an article about this incident, but I couldn’t. Either my sources are wrong or the whole thing wasn’t big enough to make the news, I don’t know. School rumors aren’t the most reliable.

Anyway, at lunch some guy got on the mic and started advertising the upcoming school musical. Then everybody started booing at the guy real loud. He kept on smiling and talking like nothing was happening, and then he stepped off. I thought that people just really didn’t like musicals, but the guys at my table said it was because he was a grapist. I was pretty skeptical, and they said that he had even been found guilty by the law. I asked him why he was just walking around then, and they started going on about community service and how minors can get away with this stuff. I don’t think you can grape someone and get away with it because you’re a minor, but I decided to believe them anyway, and according to the guys at my table he didn’t go all the way. The guy didn’t really look like a grapist anyway, he looked more like a nerdy theater kid. I’d talked to him once and I didn’t really get that anything was off.

During health class the other kids started talking about this Crive guy and dissing him. The health teacher was defending him like “Crive’s my guy, dude. Don’t diss Crive.” You have to understand that my health teacher is barely older than us and so spends most of the class arguing with his students rather than teaching. Most of the kids like him because of that. And so instead of learning about calories we spent the end of class listening to Crive’s music videos on Youtube. It was a real stinker. Later I learned that Crive is the grapist guy. I don’t know why our teacher was defending a grapist, which made me doubt even more if Crive actually was one.

Our health teacher coaches the Parma High School, but for whatever reason he teaches at this school. Whenever he gets the opportunity he starts talking about how the Parma basketball team is destroying our team. Then he starts talking about how a cop pulled him over even because his car was slipping on the ice and he searched up the cop’s name and his family and his kids and showed it to us. Then he said he was taking the cop to court and spent half the class complaining. Then he started berating the kids in the class because they’d rather eat boneless wings than wings with bones. Then he gave us all book work so he could sit at his desk and sleep. Then for Teacher Appreciation Week the girls in our class bought him tampons. According to them they debated gifting him a pregnancy test but they were too expensive. They also bought him lotion because they said he has ashy knees. The health teacher said he was going to stick the tampons up his nose and he asked if any of us had ever done that. Then the girls said that it would be painful because the tampons expanded. Then they went on about XXL tampons which I imagine expand twice as much. Then the health teacher said that he didn’t believe them. Then the girls took a water bottle and shoved the tampon inside and the thing started growing. Then the health teacher told them not to yank it out forcefully or they’d get water everywhere. Then they took the wet expanded tampon out and taped it on the whiteboard. Then the health teacher made them take it down. Then the girls talked about how they were going to buy him a pregnancy simulator. Then he said that those were just designed to make us feel bad for women.

In the pep rally on Friday, the teachers had us squeeze together on the bleachers. The band played some songs and then the announcers, who kept messing up their lines, said that they were going to play Hungry Hungry Humans, which involved putting a person on those little cart scooter things you get from PE whil another person pushed them around by the legs. The guy on the cart had a basket and had to catch balls. Something like that. Then they played some dumb parachute game but they messed it up somehow. Then they played musical chairs. As they announced each person playing the game, the grapist guy’s name was called and everyone started booing. Then when he got out in the fourth round everyone started cheering, and ironically that was the loudest the pep rally had been the whole event.

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