Another Day of High School Chaos

Alarm screams at six thirty and you're already exhausted. Rush through breakfast while cramming vocabulary

words you forgot existed. The bus smells like old gym socks and regret.

First period math feels like decoding alien hieroglyphics. Your locker jams three times before

lunch. Cafeteria pizza could double as a frisbee. That pop quiz nobody

studied for just destroyed everyone's grade. Your crush walks by and you suddenly

forget how to act normal. Group project means doing all the work yourself.

Finally three fifteen hits and freedom tastes so sweet. Eight hours later, repeat.