little things: back to school
I’m starting school next week and the registration is in two days. Perfect time to rant about my problems. The fuckery is about to begin.
as a gen z child, I type more than I write, so every time I get back to school it’s this struggle of getting my hand reacquainted to actually using a pencil
half of the school supplies I’m required to buy are never used
and I go to a private school so it ain’t coming around to them
but on that note, my school is always underfunded
why does it fucking matter how wide my binders are—
summer reading can burn
why do you need to know who I live with you’re teaching me not invading my house
wait—
I’m suddenly cast into an environment where no one understands my jokes because no one’s in the fandom
legit I have held in so many good jokes because no one gets them
my summer sleep schedule will not cooperate with me
fall??? what do you mean it’s fall??? we live in Texas all there is is winter trying to be relevant
at least one of the preppy kids decided they’re gay/lesbian/bi/pan/ace/aro/*insert obscure sexuality here* and will proceed to keep up the facade for three months before dropping it
somebody always has a broken arm
new kids??? nah, we’re a private school. we don’t get new kids
look, so the girls have to wear skirts every Thursday as part of our dress-up day, but either they’re a decent length but are too loose on the waist or fit the waist and look really short
like really I don’t understand you dress code someone as soon as they breathe on a dress-down day and yet the skirts are dysfunctional???
also, the HS and MS girls’ volleyball teams have shorts that end literally at their buttcheeks what is WRONG with you
the teacher who the older students claim is nice but really their only degree is a PhD in systematic favoritism