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Please don’t talk to me about falling ladders, moving shadows, emptying balloons, filling bowls/cones, or any matter of the sort.
I just want my fun derivative problems back.
They’re back. I walk into the girl’s bathroom today, and they’re there. Having ANOTHER photoshoot. In the bathroom. And loudly remarking “SMH!” I hate everything.
I just walked into the bathroom during study hall. As soon as I opened the door, I was behind two girls hugging and posing for a picture being taken by their friend… RIGHT as they took the picture. I don’t know why a bathroom photoshoot is even a plausible idea, but I am now featured in one looking shocked and confused. One girl has said SMH twice in less than a minute, and now they’re reassuring one another that yes, you have a great ass.
I hate everything.
Sometimes it makes me end conversations uncharacteristically cynically. “I don’t care. I hate everything. I hate everything. I really do.”
Damn you, college applications.
