It's shocking to see how many students these days have absolutely zero school pride. They don't bother about their institute, they don't get involved in events, and they just seem uninterested. It's like they've disregarded what it means to be part of a team and cheer for their fellow students. This lack of enthusiasm is harmful to the entire school culture.
This Beanie Is Off
Man, this cap just won't cooperate! I'm struggling to adjust it, but it still feels awkward. Maybe my head is too big. I guess it goes to show you that sometimes match your needs.
Oh well, on to the next one!
Not My Alma Mater
When I see the words "alma mater|my old school|the place where I learned}", it doesn't spark feelings of warmth and nostalgia. For me, it's a distant concept. Maybe because my years there were not like others, or perhaps I simply haven't had the time to reminisce. Whatever the reason, that phrase doesn't have the same meaning for me as it does for others.
It's not that I regret my time at school. It was a valuable chapter, just not one that feels familiar in the way many people describe.
Perhaps it's because I made my passions outside the traditional school setting. Or maybe it's because my memories are centered around specific experiences. Whatever the case, "Not My Alma Mater|My School Is Different|This Isn't My Old School", and that's perfectly okay.
I Am Bleeding Blue
The society doesn't accept that I bleed a different shade. They watch with curiosity as I reveal the reality of my being. My life force is a representation of {somethingdifferent that they can't imagine. They classify me as alien, but I am simply different.
Spirit Week? Sounds Like Work
Seriously, school/the whole idea of/that thing they call "school spirit/spirit week/pep rallies" is about as appealing/relevant/interesting to me as a moldy sandwich/root canal/trip to the dentist. I'd rather be practicing my guitar/reading a good book/taking a nap than wearing a ridiculous costume and participating in lame competitions. Just let me learn and be
- My teachers/My friends/Even my family all think I'm weird/missing out/crazy, but whatever. Their spirit fingers are weak.
- One day, I might understand
My Eyes Are On The Prize (Snacks)
Let's be real, sometimes gathering/ chilling/hanging out with people/ friends/squad is all about the spread/ feast/ bounty! I mean, who can resist a good platter/ selection/ assortment of tasty treats/ goodies/ munchies? It's like a buffet/ an oasis/ the promised land of deliciousness/ yumminess/ pure snacking heaven. Give me pizza rolls any day! I totally prioritize/live for/am here for those snacks/ goodies/ bites that make a gathering/ hangout/ party truly unforgettable.
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