Yeah, yeah,yeah, I’m mean. I’ve heard that millions of times.
Seventh grade is when you transfer up to the high school (because our middle school burned down a few years ago) and I find it funny when they wander around aimlessly. I mean, I’ll help them if they’re running late and I’ll help them if they ask for help, but they’re usually to prideful and won’t admit that they need help with finding one class or another.
(Also, i still haven’t gotten my hoodie back from my now jammed locker, but I know who locked it in the first place.)
(We’ll probably have to force it down)
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