story time !! kinda idk
when i was younger (like eleven or twelve) i wanted my life to be like that a song from your favorite weapon sounds
but i was barely getting into rock n stuff back then so i didn't have any way to express myself and that was trash
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i just remembered that in seventh grade, i came out to a friend in class as pansexual and we were talking about what it meant and he said "gay" a little too loudly and people were looking at us and asking me if i was gay
so i stood up in my chair and loudly declared "i am gay" to my entire social studies class :)
and the teacher tried to dismiss me and say "she's (gag) just happy!" and i was still standing up in the chair and said "no, really, i'm gay" and the teacher just gave up
that teacher moved up with me to eighth grade as my social studies teacher again and my mom bitched at her for not doing anything special for black history month lmao
also !! the class gave this teacher the cheese touch before she left for maternity leave so we all decided that the baby was born with the cheese touch and she'll have it forever
we still laugh about it to this day
(the teacher wasn't that bad, she made middle school a little more decent)
