Scrubs.
Today's themes: Freshman=Haight and Ashburry Street, Sophomores=Ocean Ave., JUNIORS=NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET, Seniors=Diagon Alley.
We has to dress up today as our worst nightmare. Dentist. What else?
Dentists are the WORST. You pay someone to pretty much assault your mouth, then they insult the way you're taking care of your teeth. Then they put gross goop in you gums and tell you that you're not allowed to eat or drink for an hour. Hop off dentist. You aren't even a real doctor. Stop.
TOMORROW IS THE RALLY!
I love rallies. I'm IN the rally. I love pep, I thrive off of it.
Some people just don't have spirit. School spirit or just the concept of spirit. Some people are just walking bummers. I feel obligated to tell those people that I'm also in a bummer mood when they tell me how down they are, even if I'm having a solid day. I mean, I don't want to be like "Oh yeah, I'm having a great day, the sun is shining in my world, but I'm totally sorry that nothings going right for you today." That's a little rude, right?
I try not to tell people if I'm sad for this reason: I don't want to be lied to. I do as Gary Galindo does: When people ask him how he is doing today he responds "OUTSTANDING", as if the crazy antics of life weren't surrounding him.
Tell someone tomorrow that you're "OUTSTANDING", trust me, it'll catch them off guard. Maybe even make them smile.
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