Study Hall Dramas
So I've got five minutes left of study hall and I'm ready to throw my English assignments out the window and there's a laptop digging into my back and a thousand twits with plastic nails clicking away with their pathetic social lives on this Skype thing. They're not doing anything productive. They're not making a difference. And really, I'm just as bad as the girl in front of me playing chess and the twits around me listening to rap filth all plugged into their wire world. I'm plugged in too, but at least I've got Roxy Music on cue.
I've got science next. This whole education thing is a conspiracy. I mean, they're forcing you to use a golden opportunity. That seems kind ridiculous to me, but it's not coming out of my head correctly...
I must leave.
Sheena.
X.
I've got science next. This whole education thing is a conspiracy. I mean, they're forcing you to use a golden opportunity. That seems kind ridiculous to me, but it's not coming out of my head correctly...
I must leave.
Sheena.
X.