LETS MAKE THIS THE BIGGEST THREAD ON GTQ!
Thread Topic: LETS MAKE THIS THE BIGGEST THREAD ON GTQ!
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Lucky.
Yes. You have to go to church. Don't kill yourself. It's not that bad! If it doesn't matter that much to you, I could assist you in case you do get sent there. -
How is that lucky? Oh my god, And she made me wear high heels T.T
I hate church more than I love Ozzy Osbourne. -
Only once! Not for a Christmas pageant or party or anything...
Private schools have higher expectations. If you didn't mind, you could fail homework, tests, etc. and get on probation. It'd have bad consequences along with it, though... -
Bleh, Still.
Than I'd be screwed. -
Yeah, but hopefully that school wouldn't have Christmas pageants...
You know why I don't want you going to that school? Because you'd either die or become a mini version of me. There isn't room for two or even one and a half Selenas on GTQ. -
Do they have detention? Wait, Do you get those demerit thingys, or whatever they're called?
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Not really... what are demerits?
I FINISHED MY POEM... AND IT'S BETTER THAN ONE OZZY COULD EVER WRITE. -
I seriously dunno *Has to read the book again to remember*
Are you saying I don't write nice poetry? (Pft, I know I don't write nice poetry xD) -
Okay...?
I MEANT YOUR BROTHER WHO'S INSIDE OF YOUR HEAD. -
Yeah...
OH I SEE. Wait--- He doesn't even write poetry.... Y'know, Now that I think of it... I don't think I've ever seen him WRITE. -
Hmm....
OZZY YOU AND I ARE GONNA WRITE A NOVEL. KAY?
Wanna read it? -
Why are we adding dots after what we say?...
Again, I've never even seen him write, dude. -
Because it's fun...
Gah. You fail, Ozzy.
So, do you wanna read the poem or not? -
Yes it is...
Ozzy: Big deal, I don't write. Whats the problem?
YESH SURE LOVE TO READ IT. -
I like clam chowder...
*stares at Ozzy* Hm. At least you can talk...
Yay!
I Miss the Days
I miss the days,
When parents knew what turn-around was,
When they didn’t arrive in the morning and the afternoon in pajamas,
When being over thirty-five with a second grader didn’t mean you were a minority,
When a twelve-year-old didn’t look more professional than some of you do,
When I didn’t think you could be from Jersey Shore or Toddlers in Tiaras.
I miss the days,
When eighth graders were incredible creatures,
When study hall was imagined as a secret laboratory behind a teacher’s desk,
When the faculty room was like another country,
When students knew the woman, who, without her raising money, parts of what they love most wouldn’t exist,
When students knew those who donated the money to the school.
I miss the days,
When we played dodge ball, not computers, in the morning,
When I could hang out with anyone I wanted,
When I hated the buddy system,
When Facebook was uncommon,
And the cool kids had MySpace.
I miss the days,
When I heard Nolan say, “Mason’s going on a date!â€
And I thought that for his brother to have a date in the fifth grade was incredible,
When I could proudly say that I was a Busy Bee Self Manager,
When private school didn’t seem so weird to me.
I miss the days,
When first and second graders weren’t cheerleaders,
Or the future prom queens.
When the boys thought girls had cooties,
When that old Evergreen was the perfect place to play pretend,
Heck, when we even played pretend in third grade!
I miss the days,
When I was younger, happier, sillier, and just, well,
FREE OF ALL THIS NOSTALGIA. SERIOUSLY.
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