It's disheartening to click here see how many students these days have absolutely zero school pride. They don't bother about their school, they don't get involved in events, and they just seem uninterested. It's like they've forgotten what it means to be part of a group and cheer for their fellow students. This lack of passion is harmful to the entire school culture.
This Hat Isn't Right
Man, this cap just won't cooperate! I've tried to adjust it, but it still feels tight. Maybe my head is unusual. I guess it goes to show you that sometimes match your needs.
Oh well, on to the next one!
My School Is Different
When I see the words "alma mater|my old school|the place where I learned}", it doesn't bring back feelings of warmth and nostalgia. For me, it's a vague concept. Maybe because my experience there were not like others, or perhaps I simply haven't had the time to look back. Whatever the reason, that phrase doesn't carry the same weight for me as it does for others.
It's not that I dislike my time at school. It was a time of learning, just not one that sticks with me in the way many people describe.
Perhaps it's because I made my passions beyond the traditional school setting. Or maybe it's because my memories are defined by 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 understand that I bleed a different hue. They stare with disgust as I display the reality of my being. My blood is a representation of {somethingdifferent that they can't perceive. They label me as abnormal, 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 school swag and screaming at some game I couldn't care less about. I value knowledge, not glorified cheering.
- 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 cookies any day! I totally prioritize/live for/am here for those snacks/ goodies/ bites that make a gathering/ hangout/ party truly unforgettable.