Today is my last day of school—el primero de junio.
Fourteen-and-a-sixth hours from now, I will have finished my last academic hour of high school. It’s an interesting thought. I can’t remember much from my last day of fifth grade or eight grade. Will I remember tomorrow?
This is the video that Mr. Rabinowitz, my apgovernment substitute, decided to show us for the last 20 minutes of class. It’s hilarious. Conan O’Brien at Dartmouth.
I don’t have much else to say about that so
“I’m DTF but only in a relationship you know. I’m not DTF for every guy out there. I haven’t even had sex in 8 months ‘cause I’m not a slut you know.”
“Am I hot? I don’t even know you but am I hot?”
“He knows I’m DTF. “
“If he says yes then I’m just gonna be like fuck off.”
“His IQ is just really low.”
“She doesn’t get her period anymore ‘cause she’s pregnant.”
“I lie about everythingg ‘cause I want to get full credit.”
“‘He didn’t make a move on you?’
When I go out with a guy, I try to…be a lady, not a slut. Like…keep my distance, you know?’”
“Is there a way to make him jealous?’
‘I dunno. Are you going to Senior Ball with anyone?’
‘He won’t even see it. He’s not gonna be there.’
‘Well…but someone might tell him.’
‘No one tells him anyone about me.’”