me: why'd your voice get so low over the summer?
Davetaro: *stares me right in the face* puberty.
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health teacher: we're gonna be talking about this stuff this year, so we'd better get comfortable. *elaborate hand gestures* Sex. Condom. Penis. Vagina!
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bus driver: move kids, the eigth graders sit in the back.
seventh grader: but we were here first.
eight grader: sorry, it's nothing personal, it's just kind of a hierarchy thing.
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kid: do you have any siblings?
other kid: HAD. my annoying as fuck sister died, wasn't murder or anything, it was definitely cancer.
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girl, talking to her two friends named jessica: you two should say each others name at the end of every sentence you say to eachother.
jessica 1: alright. hey there, motherfucker.
jessica 2: someones gonna die today
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friend: *silently slides me corn chip during lunch*
me: *stares at chip confusedly for a minute, slides it back*
friend: *looks quite offended*
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me, absentmindedly in the hallway: dang dang diggity dang a dang
random sixth grader: diGGITY DANG A DANG
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eighth grader, as bus drives onto school property: ew
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sixth grader: 's not like i mATTER or anything,, shoulda swam with the fishes when i had a chance
other sixth grader: agreed
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friend, as bus stops to drop kid off at a violent angle in the road: do you even drive bro
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eighth grade boy: okay i've got a riddle, so two girls order the EXACT SAME DRINK--
eighth grade girl, not looking up from phone: it's the ice. the ice was poisoned. give me some of that ice.
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a congregation of eleven total moms and a dog gathered at one bus stop to pick their kids up
so yeah, i'd also like to add that my bus driver was new and every time she stopped too short at a bus stop everyone's faces lurched into the seat in front of them. that was my eighth grade experience. i hate it
