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ruskandruskin · 2 months
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🪔 desi me rolling 101
7th mei social science se social distance tha.
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sundaynightlive · 10 months
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in seventh grade I was in a middleschool production of ‘Pirates of Penzance’ and when I posted about it on Instagram the caption I put was—
“They ask me if I do this every day, I say orphan.”
And I need someone, ONE PERSON, to appreciate that please god.
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natandwandaseries · 10 months
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In 7th grade for Halloween we had to write a short horror story.
In mine, a local butcher was a serial killer and used his meat grinder to kill people and mixed his victims in with the ground beef he sold. And he was the most popular butcher in town.
Like what are kids on that they come up with that kind of stuff
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justsken · 10 months
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Hi my name is Just Ken and I have short blonde hair that reaches my neck and barbie blue eyes like the distant ocean and a lot of people tell me I look like Chloe Dollpink (AN: if u don't know who they are get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Ken Jennings but I wish I was because they're a major fucking hottie. I have pale skin. I'm also a Ken, and I date Barbie in Barbieland where I'm in the seventh grade (I'm 29). I'm a prep (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly blue. I love Pac Sun and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a A blue button down and Swim trunks, Cool sunglasses and Flip flops. I was wearing Black eyeliner drawn like a tear. I was walking outside the beach. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of goths stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them. "Hey Just Ken!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was... Chuckles Gunbash!
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i think we were both thinking of different translators JKNDFVKJDNFBD
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The three worst grades middle school and below:
Fucking 5th graders. Don't get me started. They're cringy judgemental assholes. Worst year of my life.
Seventh graders are evil. Literally insecure pieces of shit. Not as bad as fifth graders but they're trying really hard to be the worst.
Third graders are stuck up assholes. Literally hate them.
If you're in these grades i hope you are not like the majority
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sadgirlbadpoems · 6 months
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I know I'm going to have a bad day when I look into the mirror and see the girl I was I seventh grade.
I wish that girl loved herself as much as I love her, she reminds me of you in that way.
She always blames herself for my problems, just like my mother.
She'll never ask for help, my sister follows in her footsteps. Diminishing her worth every time someone else lifts her load.
I never liked being the girl I was in seventh grade, but I think I needed to be her.
To learn to hold the women in my life a little more gently, after all our mothers were all once girls.
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sorry-imma-scorpio · 1 year
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3.14.23
Happy pi day! (at the end of the day, so punctual)
I am currently watching Bojack Horseman, season 5 episode 6 is definitely an interesting one so far. While I’m watching this, I’m applying for scholarships and getting rejected from colleges (RIP UChicago, you were a real one). OH! I’ve had some job interviews with a few businesses around my area, and I have enjoyed every one of them. They truly have been so nice.
In class we had to write about something real that happened to us at any point. Something personal.
Here’s mine:
Seventh grade. I was but a wee lass just trying to make my way through the uncomfortable center year of middle school. You could say I had friends, but I don’t know if that category completely suits their… characteristics. 13-year-old girls are heathens, brutes, and terrors. They can’t be trusted to do anything, let alone actually be good people.
So, here I was. Trying to live my life, being horrendously annoying (as the average junior high student is) and learning what I was passionate about—and at the time, it was punk rock, “emo” things. Picture this, little chunk of a middle schooler in Old Navy jeans, a Hot Topic My Chemical Romance shirt, and black Converse. A classic “emo” kid. However, all but one friend was not in this genre of these interests. The rest were all cheerleaders, theater kids, and our main connector was choir… and two of them were in band. 
School choir was interesting, to say the least. You either did elective courses with all the teachers in your “team”, and move around throughout the quarters, or be a performing arts kid—band, choir, orchestra. I joined choir to get out of being with the rest of my class for an hour a day and I enjoyed it. My first choir teacher in middle school, I adored this woman, she worked with us on being better singers and better people.
 It wasn’t until she left, and we had a new choir teacher for the next two years, that shit hit the fan. She outright performed favoritism with a small section of the sopranos, and the boys in the class (weird, I know). I was not in this group, but I was their friend, so while I didn’t get special treatment, my first year with this new teacher wasn’t total hell. That lasted for a short period of time.
 The favorites of the class soon became an even tighter friend group than ours was initially, and like a fool, I thought I could be involved. Turns out, they all did theater together as well. So while I was trying out for basketball, facing a lot of personal issues, they were bonding closer than ever...
That’s what I have for it so far. It’s due on the 17th which is when I get another college decision coming out. 
I’m feeling excited for life. Kind of. Nervous? Very much.
Have a blessed day!
You are loved,
Scorpio
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So I had this idea for a book series in 7th grade and I left it for a few years, but I wrote down who the characters were and what places there were as well as starting the first book
I’m rewriting it for NaNoWriMo, and my fucking pompous ass sevenths grade self decided Not to write down who the characters were as people or any of the goddamn plot, so I’m basically working on vibes and vibes alone. Wtf seventh grade me???!?!?!!!?
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99legcentipede · 2 months
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shoutout to all the people who entered 6th grade in 2020!!! i cant imagine how strange your life must be!!!!
people talk about "7th grade was the worst year of my life" imagine that, but at the same time you have to pretend to find super idol funny
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theobviousparadox · 2 months
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Review: Kyra Just for Today by Sara Zarr
Kyra Just for TodaySara ZarrBalzer + BrayPublished March 5, 2024 Amazon | Bookshop | Goodreads About Kyra Just for Today From award-winning author Sara Zarr comes a gorgeously crafted and deeply personal story about a young girl, her alcoholic mother, and the hope that ties them together. Krya has always felt like she’s a bit too much. Too tall. Too loud. Too earnest. But she’s okay with that,…
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mareaneng · 3 months
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My roman empire is during my seventh grade girlscouts, the teacher said to name our teams after flowers, and I named my team dandelion.
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Back in middle school (seventh grade, to be specific) there was a rumor that my science teacher and the upperclassman math teacher were dating.
My friend and I hung out with the science teacher during lunch because she was cool. One day, she asked us to deliver something to a certain room.
As we walked, we examined it. It was a letter, unsealed. We gave each other the look and opened it. It was a handwritten card with a hand-drawn Ferris Wheel on the front.
"John,
I can't begin to describe how wonderful our time was together at Coachella..."
We shut the card, frantically put it back in the envelope, and delivered it to none other than the math teacher.
We must have been pretty obvious because once we returned, our science teacher pulled us aside and said "You read it, didn't you?". She told us we couldn't tell anyone because it could cost them their jobs. We were down to secrecy.
Flash forward to today, nearly 8 years later, I see the two of them at the grocery store. The memory comes flooding back and I realize,
Holy shit...
They made it
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josephsafespace · 8 months
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Confessional: the only reason I made friends with Andre Sitkowski in Year 7 is because I was weird in Year 7. If I could go back to Year 7 I would definitely not make friends with him.
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lensoils · 9 months
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My Explosive Memory of 7th Grade.
    When I was a kid, I didn’t have very good social skills and was awkward in social settings. I was loud when I should have been quiet, and sometimes shy when I needed to be more outgoing. I remember when I was in 7th grade at Kennedy Junior High, I needed to fart and didn’t hold back making the eruption very loud. In a matter of five seconds I was sitting in the middle of the room by myself…
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kyathedino · 9 months
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In seventh grade, when I went to lunch, everyone was sitting at these rectangular tables looking like they were in cliques, and since I had just moved I had to sit at the empty table, and at that moment I perfectly envisioned that one image of Garfield with the subtitle 'you are not immune to propaganda'
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Hi, everyone!
In case you missed it, I've been posting my older writing on my website while I'm in outpatient services.
There are currently four pieces that are up if you're interested:
The first is my college application essay about my puzzle addiction. This was of my earliest forms of comedic writing, and I was very proud of how it turned out (plus it helped me get into Lafayette College haha).
The next one is a first-person account of my experiences as a new freshman on 9/11. This was written two days after that tragic event, and I detail everything that happened to me and how it FELT as a millennial trying to make sense of an increasingly fragmented world.
Now onto some lighter topics lol. My third piece is a gender-reversed fairy tale I had to write for my AP Psychology class. This is a short one with a beautiful prince who has features that sound a LOT like Bo's (blonde curls and blue eyes)!
And finally the piece de resistance: My earliest true creative writing that I was especially proud of as a teen. Basically, I had to imagine what life would be like in 2020 (I know, I know). While monorails never took off, sadly, I was definitely right about the prevalence of computers and robots in our current age. Sweet!
I hope you enjoy my older writing samples while I focus on my mental health these next few weeks. I will have some new deep dives and interviews coming soon, so keep it here for more comedy fun! ✌🏼🐔
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