ah__the_wonders_of_middle_school (_) a conversation in journalism class during a slow news day . . . girl1: " . . . i was like, go and f@%! yourself before i have to f@%! you." girl2: "such foul language, my god! who raised you?!" girl1: "my grandparents." girl3: "girl1, i'm your mom." boy: "no, I'M her mom!" girl3: "no, you're not!" boy: "i've fed her and raised her since she was a baby!" girl3: "so then it's incest?" girl2: "what's incest?" boy: "it's like when a brother and a sister have sex." girl1: " ew---incest w/ him?!" me: "girl1, can i write this down?" girl1: "sure." there is a pause. boy hits girl2 w/ his binder. girl 2: "i'm jewish. haven't we suffered enough?!" boy: "your mom's jewish!" another pause. girl1 laughs. "your mom!" boy: "no, yours!" end of scene. later--- me: "girl1, i'm totally writing that convo down." girl1: "why?" me: "it's the best thing ever." girl1: "yeah i know. what are we going to do when the 8th graders are gone?" me: "seriously." 050513 ... (_) there is a stuffed animal in the classroom who looks like that orange dude who kept getting shaved in monster's inc: "don't violate the virginity monster!" 050523 ... (_) "dang!, that heckah sux!" 050523 ... falling_alone "You really hurt her, sarah said she really liked you but she didnt want to ruin the relationship you have as friends" 050524 ... (_) a. "yeah,they're going out." b. "umhmm,they were doing in the locker room too, and apparently a lot of people saw." [ohmygod, i have a dirty mind] 050601 ... (_) "it's not MY fault our ancestors are filthy rich!" 050831 ... unhinged so for all those that live it, it's a known fact that music school tends to be less like college and more like high school. it didn't help that they had lockers lining the halls at ysu. and there's something about seeing pretty much the same classroom full of kids for 90% of your schedule for 90% of the time you spend getting your degree. and fine arts people tend to be drama queens and gossips. and there were the cliques; based more on instruments rather than money but they were still there nonetheless. the music school was housed in bliss hall at ysu and we all called it bliss high. walk through the halls on a monday and the gossip was bound to be who had fucked who over the weekend. i expected this when i went to uwm. instead i ended up back in middle school. i HATED middle school. i was the fat wannabe skater girl that got spit on by the wiggers (yeah, i know that's an offensive term these days, but that's what we called them back then) in my homeroom after school. i went to uwm for graduate school and ended up in middle school again. complete with the cliquely well-liked or at least well-chased 'pretty' girls. thing was i wasn't so fat anymore and i had learned how to dodge other peoples' spit. started spitting some venom of my own even. and had an uncanny knack at deflecting the 'hot' guys away from the 'pretty' girls with my wit and sarcasm. fat girls have other weapons. the clique of 'pretty' girls at uwm were self-proclaimed, and honestly not even that pretty, but most college boys want to fuck skinny girls cause that's how they've been conditioned. and they had their bag of middle school tricks to lure them in. laughs, flips of the hair, batting of the eyelashes, tight and meager clothes, and even worse than in middle school, copious amounts of alcohol and heightened sexual awareness for everyone. and these girls decided that they were going to control the social circles; i swear to god they had a blacklist. i was on it more often than not; they all would pointedly ignore me when i tried to be civil enough to extend an empty hello. as if i was supposed to run home that evening and cry cause they wouldn't talk to me. and i thought i was going to graduate school at uwm... 050831 ... (_) "we made up a religion, but it's so unreligious" 051011 what's it to you? who go blather from