Micks- Remember Middle School? Remember the good old days of going, "Agh Man, I hate that teacher." No, I had Hell. Middle School was Hell. Why? Some of you know, some of you know. People go like, ". Let's not talk with her because we can." Those people walk away. I always wanted to say to them, "You're not cool! You Mother Fuckers." Why? Because I wanted to.
I remember my teachers. They loved me. I was a suck-up to them. I wasn't the teacher's pet. I was the teacher's suck-up. People always asked me why I sucked up to them. I told them "So I don't get a fucking detention for being bad!" They laughed at me. So I would go home to my mom and be like, "Mom! They laughed at me!" She'd be like, "Go to your room and cry about it. Not to me."
Middle School was always hard because there were ranks. You know like populars, then normal people, then lower class, then me. No I'm kidding with you. I was considered higher than the populars, because I always knew how to get out of class. The other people would be in impressed of me
I was so cool, I had my own rank. Yeah it was called, "The Populars-ers." Either that or "The Smart One Who Knows How to Get Out of Class". Yeah I knew. I won't tell you the secret. Why? Because I'm not the stupid one who gives out secrets to others who NEED to get out of class. Yeah I just want to. I only give it to those who WANT it, not NEED it.
When you could bring snacks to the class, I didn't bring any. 'Cause I knew people felt bad for me so I would go, "Aww, I left my snack at home..." I would look around, people coming over in a LINE! I would literally be like, "Alright, who has chocolate?" Half of them sit down. I would go through them one by one, going, "Umm, no. No...No. No. God No." Then FINALLY! Half the class is over. "Yes! Thank you." Eat my snack that I borrowed. Never repaid these people who gave me snacks. They would come to me like "Umm, where's my money?"
"Oh, I'll get it to you next week." They bought that excuse. I ruled the Middle School. I did. People loved me. Teachers adored me. Then my ruling failed as High School came...
I remember my teachers. They loved me. I was a suck-up to them. I wasn't the teacher's pet. I was the teacher's suck-up. People always asked me why I sucked up to them. I told them "So I don't get a fucking detention for being bad!" They laughed at me. So I would go home to my mom and be like, "Mom! They laughed at me!" She'd be like, "Go to your room and cry about it. Not to me."
Middle School was always hard because there were ranks. You know like populars, then normal people, then lower class, then me. No I'm kidding with you. I was considered higher than the populars, because I always knew how to get out of class. The other people would be in impressed of me
I was so cool, I had my own rank. Yeah it was called, "The Populars-ers." Either that or "The Smart One Who Knows How to Get Out of Class". Yeah I knew. I won't tell you the secret. Why? Because I'm not the stupid one who gives out secrets to others who NEED to get out of class. Yeah I just want to. I only give it to those who WANT it, not NEED it.
When you could bring snacks to the class, I didn't bring any. 'Cause I knew people felt bad for me so I would go, "Aww, I left my snack at home..." I would look around, people coming over in a LINE! I would literally be like, "Alright, who has chocolate?" Half of them sit down. I would go through them one by one, going, "Umm, no. No...No. No. God No." Then FINALLY! Half the class is over. "Yes! Thank you." Eat my snack that I borrowed. Never repaid these people who gave me snacks. They would come to me like "Umm, where's my money?"
"Oh, I'll get it to you next week." They bought that excuse. I ruled the Middle School. I did. People loved me. Teachers adored me. Then my ruling failed as High School came...