School is approaching way too quickly... It starts in a month for me. I am currently trying to cram in my assigned summer reading books, but right now, my brain just isn't feeling much like Shakespeare. Or anything else school-related, really.
I don't want to think about the ill-fitting uniforms or having to get up stupidly early or the fact that, according to everyone from school who is older than me, I am going to have all of the strictest and bitchiest teachers. I heard from one of my friends that my new history teacher has made many, many people, even huge, tough guys, cry because she is just that damned mean. Lovely. (But then again, this is the same girl that told me in eighth grade that people occasionally catch on fire and die in science class, just so I'd get upset, so I don't know if I 100% believe her about the teacher thing or not.) I have, however, heard many different horror stories from many different people about the chemistry teacher. Apparently, she likes to give impossible tests and make nosy comments about students' personal lives. French Class Girl is also apparently her least favorite person ever. It seems like every teacher hates FCG. Hahaha!
Oh, speaking of FCG, she'll be a senior when school starts again. As much as I hate to admit it, I will be so freaking sad when she graduates. She is like, my main source of entertainment. School won't be any fun at all without her. I will absolutely have to talk to her on facebook or something. Same goes for if she somehow manages to get her way and drop out of French class despite the two years of foreign language being required, but it's doubtful that she does. FCG, you are not a special snowflake, dear! You're a... a SOMETHING, alright, but you are neither special nor a snowflake. You're more like a rainbow tentacle monster or something.
Does that scare anybody else? The fact that FCG is going to be out in the real world very soon, I mean, not the fact that she's closer to a rainbow tentacle monster than a special snowflake. I know none of you know her personally, so I guess you can't completely grasp how horrible this is, but trust me, it's bad. Imagine if one day, you owned a business, and one of the people applying to work for you was... FCG. Wouldn't that SUCK? I mean, you could always just not hire her, but still... FCG would know where to find you. And she would more than likely follow you home from work, find out where you live, and just stand out your window and smile her creepy FCG smile every single freaking night until you hired her. After all, she has to have money to buy hair products and hookers, right? Haha. Hahaha. Hahahahaha. Oh, god, it's 3:30 AM. Maybe this explains why I am no longer making sense. Why am I posting this...?