That's what some silly little freshman kid told me today.
I was wearing a pair of jeans that my mom and I ripped up purposely,
to make them look all cool and stuff.
There are like fifty holes in them!
So yeah... my friend Lindsay and I were walking to class,
and we walked past this group of little high school chilluns.
Out of nowhere, one of them informs me that there's a hole in my pants.
"O'RLY? I never noticed."
Thank you, Captain Obvious!
=o
Steeewpid kids.
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And now my biology teacher wants me to lead a Study Group thing
for the students that are having trouble passing their tests.
Well I guess that's cool.
Except a lot of the kids I know who fail, fail because they don't give a damn.
I don't want to teach them s**t.
As for the others who actually try but are having trouble,
I won't mind helping them out.
The good thing is, it's a study hall thing.
So those who don't care to actually pass their tests
probably won't show up. So that's good.
I'd rather not deal with them, if I do agree to run a study group.
Of course, the teacher said I could yell
at them and kick them out of the group if they got out of hand.
=]
