Band teacher: Whenever you get something wrong you stare at each other with these googly eyes. Stop! Look at your music and stop staring longingly at each other! Stare outside of class or exchange pictures or whatever! You're acting like you had the music memorized at birth!
Percussion child: *sitting on backpacks instead of their stools*
Band teacher: That is not a stool. I should grade you on your ability to sit on a stool. It's a test against gravity and right now you're failing.
it's so funny how the wattpad intro page is so professional and then we just have "elmo x reader" like excuse me
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My life on crack at 2 am
HumorBasically me complaining abt shit and talking abt my weirdass school. Read my bestie's vers!! https://www.wattpad.com/story/322716420-my-life-on-crack-at-3-am
