Today I had to get my schedule changed, because of Musical Theatre. We took a number and it was 87. The person calling out the numbers, was on 76. While we were there I felt that everyone was staring at me because of my lack of height. After approximately forty minutes, we were called up. Turns out we keep our student number. At the end of the day I picked Journalism to be the substitute of Theatre. It's not really Journalism, but more like yearbook. It doesn't really have many members so I thought it would be worth a shot. Better than crawling into my little shell of anxiety. And then this girl just gave me a look that translated to:
"BOI! YOU LOOK LIKE YOU STILL ORDER THE HAPPY MEAL AT MCDONALDS!"
