It's disheartening to see how many students these days have completely zero school pride. They don't bother about their community, they don't engage in events, and they just seem indifferent. It's like they've forgotten what it means to be part of a community and believe in their fellow students. This lack of spirit is harmful to the entire school atmosphere.

This Cap Doesn't Fit

Man, this cap just won't cooperate! I've tried to adjust it, but it still feels awkward. Maybe my head is too big. I guess it goes to show you that sometimes things don't work out.

Oh well, on to the next one!

My School Is Different

When I read the words "alma mater|my old school|the place where I learned}", it doesn't spark feelings of warmth and nostalgia. For me, it's a vague concept. Maybe because my experience there were not like others, or perhaps I simply haven't had the time to reflect. Whatever the reason, that phrase doesn't carry the same meaning for me as it does for others.

It's not that I regret my time at school. It was a period of growth, just not one that resonates in the way many people describe.

Perhaps it's because I made my passions beyond the traditional school setting. Or maybe it's because my memories are centered around different experiences. Whatever the case, "Not My Alma Mater|My School Is Different|This Isn't My Old School", and that's perfectly okay.

I Bleed Red

The world doesn't comprehend that I exude a different hue. They watch with disgust as I reveal the fact of my nature. My blood is a representation of {somethingelse that they can't grasp. They categorize me as abnormal, but I am simply unique.

Spirit Week? Sounds Like Work

Seriously, get more info school/the whole idea of/that thing they call "school spirit/spirit week/pep rallies" is about as appealing/relevant/interesting to me as a moldy sandwich/root canal/trip to the dentist. I'd rather be practicing my guitar/reading a good book/taking a nap than wearing school swag and participating in lame competitions. Just let me learn and be

• My teachers/My friends/Even my family all think I'm weird/missing out/crazy, but whatever. Their spirit fingers are weak.
• One day, I might understand

Just Here for the Snacks

Let's be real, sometimes gathering/ chilling/hanging out with people/ friends/squad is all about the spread/ feast/ bounty! I mean, who can resist a good platter/ selection/ assortment of tasty treats/ goodies/ munchies? It's like a buffet/ an oasis/ the promised land of deliciousness/ yumminess/ pure snacking heaven. Give me cookies any day! I totally prioritize/live for/am here for those snacks/ goodies/ bites that make a gathering/ hangout/ party truly unforgettable.