Teacher: Welcome to class students! Please say 'here' when I call your name.
Teacher: Albus
Albus: Here!
Teacher: Doctor
Doctor: Oh, yes, um, hello. I can't talk at the moment, time's gone wibbly. Probably leave a message at the tone or something.
Teacher: Um... okay? Hermione
Hermione: Yes, I'm here! And when's our first test? I've been studying all Summer and-
Red-headed boy in class: Oh my god, Hermione, shut up!
Teacher: And you must be Ron! Okay then, Primrose
Primrose: Here
Random girl in back of class: I VOLUNTEER!!!
Teacher: And I see Katniss has made it today as well, welcome.
Blonde boy: Katniss is here?! Yes! Her Katniss, try this bread I baked this morning!
Brunette boy: Oh, you'd better keep your hands off her! She's my best friend! We go hunting together!
Teacher: Peeta! Gale! Stop fighting over Katniss and sit down.
Teacher: Rory
Doctor: Oh, Rory died yesterday, ma'am. But he should be back again tomorrow.
Teacher: Oh...kay? And lastly, Draco.
Draco: I'm LAST?! My father will hear about this!
I wonder if clouds ever look
down on us and say "Hey look, that one is shaped like an idiot".
Me: One particle of unobtanium has a nuclear reaction with a flux capacitor, carry the two, change it's atomic isotope into a raioactive spider. follow for a follow.
Unless
you
physically
see
me
opening a tampon, don't just
assume that because I'm angry, I'm on my period because
that's just annoying and tonight when you're sleeping, I
will "just assume" you are dead and bury you in the
backyard.
You hear a noise.
It's a soft clink followed by footsteps in your yard. You spring to your feet, and race to the door. Flinging it open wide, you race to your backyard. There, you see one thing, and one thing only: a spilled milkshake. Happy tears fill your eyes as you gingerly pick up the milkshake. The wind blows your hair back as you stare off into the sunset and whisper softly to yourself: The boys were here.
Mom: Why is everything on the floor?!
Me: Gravity, mom.
I have this weird self-esteem
issue where I hate myself, but I still think I'm better than everyone else.
In
1000
years, archeologists
will dig up tanning beds and think
we fried people as punishment.
If
I were the guy who made
the "Where's Waldo"
books, I would have totally made a page where Waldo wasn't
there.
"If there are any idiots in the room,
please stand up," said the sarcastic
teacher. After a long silence, one student rose to his feet.
"Now then, why do you consider yourself an idiot?"
enquired the teacher with a sneer. "Well, actually I
don't," said the student, "but I hate to see you
standing up there all by yourself."
