A kid I went to high school with gets into car accidents all the time. He even lost an eye while drag racing a year or two ago. Well yesterday this same douche (who gets away with everything because he is privileged) ran over a fifteen year old boy who was riding his bike. The child is in critical condition. I honestly hope he gets charged for this and arrested. Perhaps then he will stop hurting people. I do apologise for this story I just wanted it out there. You all stay safe and happy
So I work in a dollar store. Not a fancy place, mostly old people shop there. However, a really cute guy manages the AT&T right next door and he came in every single day to buy a soda during his lunch break. So for a couple of months I would see this handsome young man for about 3 minutes every day and I swear he got cuter and cuter every time I saw him. My boss noticed that I was kind of into him and she assured me that he would ask me out. I didn’t believe her cause I have the self esteem the size of a bit of pollen. But one day he came in for his soda and said “I really don’t need this. I just wanted an excuse to see you. Will you have dinner with me tonight?” Of course I giggled like an idiot and said yes! Now, we have been dating for about 4 months and I adore him. So if you have a crush, don’t give up on it! Ok I’m done talking now everyone stay safe and happy!
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At Stanford there was this Professor who was a total bitch and she taught British Literature, which was cool. Except she taught only her opinions of the books and it didn’t help me as a writer. I went to school to learn new things to improve my craft, not have someone else’s opinions carved onto my forehead.
So anyway, for our final project, she asked us to write a ten page paper on why the color symbolism in Othello was so significant. I did some research and it turned out that she did her entire graduate thesis on this very subject. I was mad. This wasn’t teaching, this was boosting her ego. SO I wrote a ten page essay on why color symbolism in Othello wasn’t significant, satirizing it to the point of no return, saying that her opinion was an opinion and shouldn’t be taken seriously.
SHe failed me, needless to say. So in retaliation, I responded by baking a batch of brownies laced with weed and laxatives and delivered them myself to the professor hours before her big graduation speech. I told her that it was a peace offering, my way of apologizing and asking if I could do anything to fix my grade.
She refused to fix my grade.
In the end, she shit herself on stage.
I didn’t regret it.