Yeah I too recognized the large amount of school related blogs, so what the hell I got nothing better to do. So as mine as well share one of mine.

So all of my life I have gone to the local catholic schools, although I hate this I have been forced to go by my parents. Until recently I have been given the option to go to a boarding school next year. After jumping at the chance my parents arranged for me to stay at the school to get a feel for things before I made the final decision. 

After bullshitting some interview by some old hag I decided to go back to the dorm I am rooming at. I find my temporary roommate whose name will be for this story... Tom, yeah thats a good name. At first I think this kid is alittle.. fruity. He's wearing a scarf that some what resembles the colors for Ravenclaw.. alright whatever it could have been worse. 

For some reason at this school there is a very large number of asian students, like right off the boat, they all stick to themselves and talk really really funny. So me and Tom are walking to the student center and he whips out this tiny little squirt guy. I ask him what its for and he tells me to wait. As we approach the building we see two asians walking towards us. It's two guys talking in their funny little jibber jabber, both wearing ridiculous clothes they must think are cool. When were about a foot from them Tom shoots them right in the faces with this little guy and they don't know what to do. They try to ask us what happened in their broken English but we just laugh and keep walking. The kid wasn't so bad after all.

After a non-eventful night we wake up and go to classes. Great. This means I have to pay attention and act like a good student to make a good impression... Fuck.. So first fucking period we have to go to history class with a teacher name Mr. Handcock, everyone calls him Mr Penisfoot. I gotta a laugh outta that. This dude is a nut job. He's running around the class running and talking real fast. I suspect coke. My attention begins to slip.. I pass out... As soon as this happens he runs up and asks if everything is O.K. Yeah you asshole everything is fine Im just tired as fuck, now get out of my face.

The rest of the day passes by uneventfully until we go to lunch and i get some buffalo wings, these things are fucking nuked and because of them Im ripping ass all day. And god does it smell. They were probably the worst smelling farts my stomach has produced. But hey who doesn't love their own brand? I do. 

And now Im back at my old school. It's like having a new bong and no weed to smoke it with. i thought that would be a good analogy for you smokers. Those who don't know the feeling are out of luck. Anyhow not I re-realize how much it sucks here. Great. Only 7 more months. 

Im Life and I want out.