someone got publicly humiliated. not a little slip, not a small laugh, but full-on, everybody-turns-their-heads, “wow that just happened” humiliated. right off the bat. and that pretty much set the vibe for the whole day.
and then there’s yesterday’s sub-accident. you’d think that’d blow up into a mountain of chaos, but nope. all it cost was one step. just one. which means i’m not getting my ekg money. dang. i had already been mentally spending it.
then math rolled around. and oof. i got a 45 on the check-in. that’s already bad enough. but then i left with a 65. so basically i’m walking away holding not one but two crappy grades like participation trophies. thanks, math.
but of course, the school chaos didn’t stop there. me and k—yes, k, the one i’ve written about like a million times—both ended up with steps. and here’s where the unfairness comes in: the people who were clearly goofing off? the ones who made the room feel like a live comedy show? no steps. just laps at recess. like, okay, cool system.
so now i’m not only dragging around two sad grades, but i also got the “your mom’s been called” punishment. because nothing screams “good day” like a surprise phone call home.
and just when i thought the chaos was done, the afternoon bus dropped the final act. pure madness. “6 7” got banned. yes, the brainrot phrase itself. and guess what? people were SCREAMING it. like, chanting it like it was a war cry, echoing down the whole bus. it wasn’t even a ride home anymore—it was a concert nobody bought tickets to.
so yeah. overall? pretty good day. minus the humiliation, minus the math disasters, minus the step, minus the mom call, and minus the bus screaming “6 7” like it was a national anthem. but besides all that—solid.
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