Because I’m a teenage girl, I literally only know how to write in Twitter format in order to come up with any sort of funny content, so here goes.
Me: *takes free period*
Me: *uses it to nap the library*

We are at the point of school year where my absences are dwindling so much that by the time I decide whether or not it’s worth it to ditch, the school day is over.
It’s that point in the semester where you miss a single due date and suddenly you’re signed up for mandatory summer school or not walking in graduation or something dramatic like that.
This is the time of year when you go in to do a missing test or something to get rid of that 50% in the grade book and you end up scoring an 11%.
It’s that time of year where if I go in to take a test and I don’t immediately see the teacher, then I’m off the hook.
If I had and espresso shot for everytime a teacher gave me the old ‘I know you’re senior and your over high school and you totally don’t want to do any work but could you just…’ type speech, I would probably be able to finish half my homework tonight.
Me: *opens textbook to study*
Me: *reads*
Me: *closes textbook*
Me: I’m sorry what did that say.
That one was actually based off a real occurance, except my brother was like ‘this isn’t Snapchat’ and that I can’t just ‘pretend I didn’t see it.’ I told him, “Read 11:32 p.m.”
It’s the point in the semester where I am trying to think of ways to explain to my parents how ‘chilling’ and ‘homework’ -in that order- are in step with each other. One will not get done without the other.
So my grade can go from a 94 to 73, but when I cry over it that’s dramatic? Double standards.
It’s that time of year where if I don’t find parking after a nice lap around the campus, then I guess I just have to go home.
If I go in to do a test retake and I don’t immediately see the teacher then I’m afraid that it’s going to have to be a no from me
It’s the point in the semester where your feed is just those cliche ‘high school is your last chance to be a teenager and before you know it it’ll be over’ posts seniors are retweeting from some chick who graduated 4 years ago that you didn’t recognize at first because she changed her profile picture from her and her baby to her and her box mod.
Boise High students are in a unique position because our caffeine addictions are being aggresively enabled by our proximity to at least 2 Dutch Brothers, and at least a million other teenage inhabited coffee shops in between.
Are Boise High students more prone to coffee addictions and explosive diarrhea? The world may never truly know.