Tomorrow is my first day of school. Ugh. I'm actually a little excited but desperately trying to hold on to summer.
Do you ever remember those kids who wore shirts like this?
That kid is the twiglet, know-it-all, frosh look-a-like, that sat in front of me in Intn'l Theories class that drove me BONKERS. And there is one EVERY semester. Last semester it was this kid named Elliott. He wore socks with his tevas and his wolf shirt almost every day. And every time he raised his hand, I cringed. His condescending comments, and holier-than-thou attitude really chapped my hide.
Here's for crossing my fingers, this semester will be different. And that Elliott finds a new shirt this semester.