Hi guys, I don’t know if I mentioned this before, but I QUALIFY to be in NHS.
However, I think they’re the most hypocritical, pretentious, fascist, bureaucratic organization at my school. Not only that, but good colleges couldn’t give two shits about whether I was in it.
Despite this, my mom is making me do community service in order to be inducted.
Thus, I have to help out for 14-16 HOURS tomorrow at a party for autistic children. Really, it’s not so much the work I mind, but my resentment towards the organization I’m supposed to be impressing. I just want to spit on it.
Well, maybe there is a lot of ghosts at your school or something’s haunted near that room. If you think about it, a lot of the drama in life occurs, for a normal teenager or such at that age, at school. So ghosts would end up going there because something happened there.
anyone see ghost my school is like what ghost caall home strange noises through the wall its like every time i turn around someones bag fall from the cloak room
Petals with water? I’m not sure te only thing I know that grinds things up is a mortar and pestle. But that doesn’t have much to do with water, though…
High school is interesting. The sophomores in my class scare me more than my own grade. (not intimidation, no. Just the here stupidity some of them like to show off a lot.)
Yes, a blind old lady. I came up with it in fifth grade, okay? You’re supposed to choose the guy with the rifle anyway. The blind old lady trips over the rock and kills you, the electric chair is off, but there’s no way to get out from there. The guy with the rifle is friendly and knows the way out.
It’s based off of the popular electric chair house riddle. You know, which do you choose in the house without electricity, the guy with a rifle, or the electric chair.
NHS? What’s that?
Hi guys, I don’t know if I mentioned this before, but I QUALIFY to be in NHS.
However, I think they’re the most hypocritical, pretentious, fascist, bureaucratic organization at my school. Not only that, but good colleges couldn’t give two shits about whether I was in it.
Despite this, my mom is making me do community service in order to be inducted.
Thus, I have to help out for 14-16 HOURS tomorrow at a party for autistic children. Really, it’s not so much the work I mind, but my resentment towards the organization I’m supposed to be impressing. I just want to spit on it.
Well, maybe there is a lot of ghosts at your school or something’s haunted near that room. If you think about it, a lot of the drama in life occurs, for a normal teenager or such at that age, at school. So ghosts would end up going there because something happened there.
anyone see ghost my school is like what ghost caall home strange noises through the wall its like every time i turn around someones bag fall from the cloak room
Petals with water? I’m not sure te only thing I know that grinds things up is a mortar and pestle. But that doesn’t have much to do with water, though…
I know this isn’t really the place to ask but does anyone know the answer to this question.
What apparatus would you use to grind up petals with water?
High school is interesting. The sophomores in my class scare me more than my own grade. (not intimidation, no. Just the here stupidity some of them like to show off a lot.)
Thanks Creeps. Life is good a lot going on but no matter. What about you and everyone else?
Yes, a blind old lady. I came up with it in fifth grade, okay? You’re supposed to choose the guy with the rifle anyway. The blind old lady trips over the rock and kills you, the electric chair is off, but there’s no way to get out from there. The guy with the rifle is friendly and knows the way out.
It’s based off of the popular electric chair house riddle. You know, which do you choose in the house without electricity, the guy with a rifle, or the electric chair.
“ambassador between the tribes”
Nice SLC Punk reference there.