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| School must be the vangaurd against boredom or something.
I can't find anything to do. -_-
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| ONE AND ONLY SENIOR PRANKISHSORTOFLIKENOT REALLY THING DONE TODAY!!!
SUCCESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
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| "Mr. Park, have you been avoiding me?"
"Well...I wanted to talk about your attendance"
"...I told you in the beginning of the year I can only come to two classes a week"
"Why?"
"Because I have a third period class"
"Ah..."
"Um yeah, and you said it was okay, which I thought was weird, but since you said it was okay, I thought it was...okay"
"Hm," chuckles a bit. Starts to play with a bunch of balloon strings, presumably tied to a balloon.
"I'm wondering what grade to give you"
"Weeell, what if you just give me a an A/A+?"
"I usually give 360s"
"...what?"
"Yes, uhm. How would you feel about that?"
"I don't think report cards have 360s on them..."
"That's what I've done every year"
MAD WEIRD DREAM. I CAN TOTALLY SEE MR PARK GIVING 360s AS A GRADE. YES, IN DEGREES
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| Prom is so stressful.
Makeup is so expensive.
Makeup that looks like you don't have makeup is even more expensive.
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| I realize I need to exercise my writing skills somewhat. Here I am, slaving away at microwave pizza and a scifi lit paper, and thinking..."I can't fucking write this paper, I'm going to buy tetris attack now that Lobo has kicked it up a notch". So I was tutoring, and I was actually going to have a stroke. My eyes were spazzing because he was giving me such a hard time with his pseudo-ADD. And then he feels all bad so we go eat, and we sit down, I play the part of the chaperone, huge bite into burger and slurp of chili, then--
"So why do you tutor?"
"Why are you asking?" Snarky answer, right?
"I just wanted to know if you were insane"
WHAT.
He said that with the utmost seriousness-- apolmb (whatever) MAN! WTF. So I just look at him and my mouth is probably doubling as the red carpet at school, and he's like "I'm chill, w/e" slash included, and continues to eat.
Which gets me thinking, why <i>do</i> (too lazy to use mouse) I tutor kids? For the money? Never man, money is a material object, and I'm not into the material, but I would like to win the lottery one day and rub it into homeless people's faces. *that look people give you when they think you're insane* Do I want to spread good and knowledge? Or is it something more sinister, where I want to foil the Collegeboard fucktards and have everyone ace their tests over and over again, fight the system!!!! Do I have a purpose underneath all this? Why the hell do I work anyway? It's a total waste of time, money's just paper anyways. Hold on, this is going nowhere, I have to step back. Do I have a purpose underneath all this? Am I truly altruistic? I mean...honestly, I don't believe in pure altruism. People get <i>high</i> from doing good stuff, seriously, it's a whole trip that charities do. "Donate money and FLY" Those ads are seriously compelling.
The answer is...I am insane. And this stupid entry is turning into something Loboesque. I just can't bring myself to write like a normal person online, it's all snarky and pessimistic and has no point. Perhaps in the future I shall look back and laugh (or whatever) and be able to use this as fodder for something. I have no idea. Or maybe I'll just keep adding to this entry for the next month, only I don't know how that counts as an update, so I don't know if it'll spam people or not. Such sadness.
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