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High School (A piece I wrote for my Creative Writing Class)

Forget what anyone tries to tell you. High school is not about the education. It has nothing to do with the pythagorean theorem or whether an apostrophe goes in between the ’t’ and the ’s’ in the word it’s. It by no means appertains to the atomic mass of the element Rutherfordium or what exactly Rutherford B Hayes did during his presidency. High school is all about the experience. It’s about watching your best friend turn into someone completely different even though you guys have been biting pinky promises since elementary school that that would never ever happen. Its about passing around a disgusting cigar in a garage at 2 in the morning that you guys went through hell and back to get. It’s also about having to hold your shirt over your mouth to muffle your extensive coughing. It’s about sneaking a wine cooler from a family party and sharing it between 6 of you, asking if anyone’s feeling anything yet every 5 minutes. It’s about getting drunk for the first time when you promised yourself you wouldnt and ending up in a pitch black bathroom with a boy who will tell everyone false things about what actually happened. It’s about kneeling in a baseball dugout in total darkness trying to wrap your lips around a black and white pipe that reminds you of how you feel and see things all the time lately; black and white just so you can try it once and go back to a bunch of judgmental teenagers who roll their eyes and stop saying hi to you in the halls. And about years later when thoughts are flowing from your fingertips as leisurely as the smoke billowing out of your nostrils as you come to find the boy that you thought would always be there when you were bored has moved on. And high school’s about learning too. Yes, learning. Learning what number on the volume scale will keep your parents from hearing you screaming into your pillowcase but also keep them from complaining about the noise. Learning what kinds of drugs make your heart beat a little too fast for your liking and how to have full conversations with your father when the marijuana is sucking all the saliva out of your mouth and all you want to do is live in the bag of chips across the room. Learning how to react perfectly to convince your classmates that the rumor is just that: a rumor. Learning how to calm down a friend stricken by mass paranoia or a bad breakup and learning how to sneak past your comatose parents at three in the morning. High school isn’t about the grades. It’s about rotting in your bedroom, eyes glassed over with contraband and tears, every choice you’ve made thus far out in a hazy atmosphere and deciding if the experience was worthwhile. Well, was it?

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High School (A piece I wrote for my Creative Writing Class)

Forget what anyone tries to tell you. High school is not about the education. It has nothing to do with the pythagorean theorem or whether an apostrophe goes in between the ’t’ and the ’s’ in the word it’s. It by no means appertains to the atomic mass of the element Rutherfordium or what exactly Rutherford B Hayes did during his presidency. High school is all about the experience. It’s about watching your best friend turn into someone completely different even though you guys have been biting pinky promises since elementary school that that would never ever happen. Its about passing around a disgusting cigar in a garage at 2 in the morning that you guys went through hell and back to get. It’s also about having to hold your shirt over your mouth to muffle your extensive coughing. It’s about sneaking a wine cooler from a family party and sharing it between 6 of you, asking if anyone’s feeling anything yet every 5 minutes. It’s about getting drunk for the first time when you promised yourself you wouldnt and ending up in a pitch black bathroom with a boy who will tell everyone false things about what actually happened. It’s about kneeling in a baseball dugout in total darkness trying to wrap your lips around a black and white pipe that reminds you of how you feel and see things all the time lately; black and white just so you can try it once and go back to a bunch of judgmental teenagers who roll their eyes and stop saying hi to you in the halls. And about years later when thoughts are flowing from your fingertips as leisurely as the smoke billowing out of your nostrils as you come to find the boy that you thought would always be there when you were bored has moved on. And high school’s about learning too. Yes, learning. Learning what number on the volume scale will keep your parents from hearing you screaming into your pillowcase but also keep them from complaining about the noise. Learning what kinds of drugs make your heart beat a little too fast for your liking and how to have full conversations with your father when the marijuana is sucking all the saliva out of your mouth and all you want to do is live in the bag of chips across the room. Learning how to react perfectly to convince your classmates that the rumor is just that: a rumor. Learning how to calm down a friend stricken by mass paranoia or a bad breakup and learning how to sneak past your comatose parents at three in the morning. High school isn’t about the grades. It’s about rotting in your bedroom, eyes glassed over with contraband and tears, every choice you’ve made thus far out in a hazy atmosphere and deciding if the experience was worthwhile. Well, was it?

littledhampirj

Just started high school and this is..whoa

yellowcardhood

thank you so much, it's what i was going for

yellowcardhood

High School (A piece I wrote for my Creative Writing Class)

Forget what anyone tries to tell you. High school is not about the education. It has nothing to do with the pythagorean theorem or whether an apostrophe goes in between the ’t’ and the ’s’ in the word it’s. It by no means appertains to the atomic mass of the element Rutherfordium or what exactly Rutherford B Hayes did during his presidency. High school is all about the experience. It’s about watching your best friend turn into someone completely different even though you guys have been biting pinky promises since elementary school that that would never ever happen. Its about passing around a disgusting cigar in a garage at 2 in the morning that you guys went through hell and back to get. It’s also about having to hold your shirt over your mouth to muffle your extensive coughing. It’s about sneaking a wine cooler from a family party and sharing it between 6 of you, asking if anyone’s feeling anything yet every 5 minutes. It’s about getting drunk for the first time when you promised yourself you wouldnt and ending up in a pitch black bathroom with a boy who will tell everyone false things about what actually happened. It’s about kneeling in a baseball dugout in total darkness trying to wrap your lips around a black and white pipe that reminds you of how you feel and see things all the time lately; black and white just so you can try it once and go back to a bunch of judgmental teenagers who roll their eyes and stop saying hi to you in the halls. And about years later when thoughts are flowing from your fingertips as leisurely as the smoke billowing out of your nostrils as you come to find the boy that you thought would always be there when you were bored has moved on. And high school’s about learning too. Yes, learning. Learning what number on the volume scale will keep your parents from hearing you screaming into your pillowcase but also keep them from complaining about the noise. Learning what kinds of drugs make your heart beat a little too fast for your liking and how to have full conversations with your father when the marijuana is sucking all the saliva out of your mouth and all you want to do is live in the bag of chips across the room. Learning how to react perfectly to convince your classmates that the rumor is just that: a rumor. Learning how to calm down a friend stricken by mass paranoia or a bad breakup and learning how to sneak past your comatose parents at three in the morning. High school isn’t about the grades. It’s about rotting in your bedroom, eyes glassed over with contraband and tears, every choice you’ve made thus far out in a hazy atmosphere and deciding if the experience was worthwhile. Well, was it?

littledhampirj

Just started high school and this is..whoa

Thank you for your blog

thank you for being alive

so that post you made about high school for your creative writing class is seriously phenomenal... just wanted to let you know that.

thank you so much.. that means the world to me

High School (A piece I wrote for my Creative Writing Class)

Forget what anyone tries to tell you. High school is not about the education. It has nothing to do with the pythagorean theorem or whether an apostrophe goes in between the 't' and the 's' in the word it's. It by no means appertains to the atomic mass of the element Rutherfordium or what exactly Rutherford B Hayes did during his presidency. High school is all about the experience. It's about watching your best friend turn into someone completely different even though you guys have been biting pinky promises since elementary school that that would never ever happen. Its about passing around a disgusting cigar in a garage at 2 in the morning that you guys went through hell and back to get. It's also about having to hold your shirt over your mouth to muffle your extensive coughing. It's about sneaking a wine cooler from a family party and sharing it between 6 of you, asking if anyone's feeling anything yet every 5 minutes. It's about getting drunk for the first time when you promised yourself you wouldnt and ending up in a pitch black bathroom with a boy who will tell everyone false things about what actually happened. It's about kneeling in a baseball dugout in total darkness trying to wrap your lips around a black and white pipe that reminds you of how you feel and see things all the time lately; black and white just so you can try it once and go back to a bunch of judgmental teenagers who roll their eyes and stop saying hi to you in the halls. And about years later when thoughts are flowing from your fingertips as leisurely as the smoke billowing out of your nostrils as you come to find the boy that you thought would always be there when you were bored has moved on. And high school's about learning too. Yes, learning. Learning what number on the volume scale will keep your parents from hearing you screaming into your pillowcase but also keep them from complaining about the noise. Learning what kinds of drugs make your heart beat a little too fast for your liking and how to have full conversations with your father when the marijuana is sucking all the saliva out of your mouth and all you want to do is live in the bag of chips across the room. Learning how to react perfectly to convince your classmates that the rumor is just that: a rumor. Learning how to calm down a friend stricken by mass paranoia or a bad breakup and learning how to sneak past your comatose parents at three in the morning. High school isn't about the grades. It's about rotting in your bedroom, eyes glassed over with contraband and tears, every choice you've made thus far out in a hazy atmosphere and deciding if the experience was worthwhile. Well, was it?

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Do u have a master list???

yes http://yellowcardhood.tumblr.com/post/107379077110/yellowcardhood-masterlist

This is for mikey Can you do one were mikey and you have a kid and like their relationship please

yeppo

Whoa ur writing a book?? Im so jealous im trying to write my own book and haven't had much luck lmao... Congrats on happy for u, it's super cool especially at such a young age!!!

yeah i am! dont give up omg!! and thank you so much im hoping to be looking for agents around may!

Hey can I have like a small imagine thingy?

of course you can!

What does straight edge mean?

a straight edge is someone who doesnt like to take a lot of risks and if a very good person morally

Song pref: "Waiting Game" by Banks. You're famous and dating Luke

sounds like a plan!

I just wanted to say that ur an amazing writer and I love love love your smuts thank you so much 💘💘

thank u so much baby!!!

ash dating a girl with a big bum?

yeppooo

one where calum is dating a black girl ?

of course

can you do a blurb where the reader has really curly hair ?? (Luke)

yesss i can!

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