today in american lit a kid fell asleep and my teacher got up and told us to follow him and so we all left the room and he changed the clock so it was like 6pm and like 10 minutes later the kid ran into the hallway with his backpack and we were all sitting at the end and he just sat down in the middle of the hallway and started to cry
Happy birthday to meeeeeeee
Ya know I really love my job, but there are certain parts I hate, and one of those is seeing the way some people treat others. I think that people say to themselves, “oh it’s just some minimum wage earning teenager, why should I care what she thinks?” and become the worst versions of themselves. I watched a woman yell at her mentally disabled son. He was doing no harm, the lobby was empty and he was just telling me about how he liked butter pecan ice cream when his mother screamed at him to be quiet. I watched girls who had obviously put a lot of time and care into getting ready come in with guys who could not care less about them, guys who stepped in front of them in line to quickly order one ticket to a movie, subtly and quickly telling these girls that they shouldn’t have even assumed that this would be a proper date. Exposure to humanity can be very beautiful, but it can also be very sad.