buriedalive

Remember when youd come to class and the teacher would have a new seating chart? That was like the highlight of the month wasnt it; and confusing also. You needed a decoder ring to decipher the diagram. Youd look at the chartthen the seats, back to the chartand nothing. It may has well have been written in Sanskrit. It was the best when they just said screw it! Were going with name tents. It made everything far simpler. Still you know that you would fear sitting by certain people. Youd get to class: okay, new seating chartgot to avoid the stinky kid, the kid that eats his own boogers, oh shes cutewhatever that meansIm too young to knowhes hilarious, Ill sit by him, well shoot spit balls, itll be great. But the smelly kid and the kid that breathes really loud, those two are the fucking worst. I always wanted to stab the kids that breathed loud in the face with my giant oversized pencilremember those? They werent number 2 they were like number 11 or something, like fucking pole vaults that you wrote with.