Ah, the things school makes you do.
Once upon a time I needed to memorize a whole five paragraph essay that was pretty much a biography of someone's life. (Someone famous) I was also forced to dress up as them, and they were a boy. (In short, I've crossdressed, woot woot) Oh, and my parents got the HARDEST CLOTHES TO PUT ON for that project, so I was stuck in the school's bathrooms trying to get my hair up in a bun, button a shirt (one of my many weaknesses), and in general just having the hardest time in the world. All while avoiding the floor, which everyone in my school knows is the worst. And I was wearing boots. I don't usually wear boots. I nearly fell at least 70 times.
After that process, we then had to present it to a bunch of little kids, and keep as still as a statue because that's what we were s'posed to be. And then it started raining as I walked home. Sweet.
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The Daily Life of a Piece of Trash
RandomHeyo dudes. It's the piece o' trashle here. And this is my laifu. Yey.
