my calculus teacher did little senior year jokey biographies of people as a big powerpoint on the last day. he was well loved, venerable, yet also slightly … odd. sharp, but vaguely weird. he separated people into basically informal friend groups [with multiple people on the same slide] and people who were the sort of weird alone people. i was one of the alone people. and he said i slept all the time for some reason, i was very sleep deprived but very anxious.
i was sleep deprived all of school really, it started so fucking early, terribly unfair to anybody’s sleep schedule
upon typing this I suppose it isn’t the Worst but it’s still not a fun way to end
The sick kid sat out of gym class one day. While he did, he went in my locker and smashed my camera to bits (had it for yearbook club). Not only did the gym teacher not believe the one missing kid sitting out was responsible, HE WENT ON TO SUGGEST I DID IT FOR ATTENTION.
Fuck you Kurt, Fuck you Dean, and Fuck you Gym teacher. I never got a dime and the kid never got in trouble.