Password Recovery Questions Written by Beth, Your High School Frenemy
What was the number of the locker where I left you anonymous notes saying you’d be pretty if you washed your face?
What was the number of the locker where I left you anonymous notes saying you’d be pretty if you washed your face?
Our Tallest 2nd Grader: I mean, have you seen this kid? He can even spell “tyrannosaur.” Anyway, he’ll be teaching AP Bio.
"I didn't really think this one through. I'm stuck here in this pre-Y2K past. I now have homework again and two presentations next week!"
A hammock. Hanna, you know a hammock is a death trap because you laughed hysterically when I fell out of one in 7th grade at Trevor’s birthday party.
Going forward, we’ll tap into the pre-made horror of adolescence. A time the healthiest among you have repressed.
Teaching has a way of working you down to the bone. And, frankly, I’m tired. Bone tired.
It was never clear what subject he was supposed to be teaching, since on our schedules it was spelled in mysterious runes that burned your eyes.
All My Fucks graduated from Shame University in 1998 with high honors.
The card was so lovely, but unfortunately, I can’t show you it because there was a fire at my desk.
With each passing day, her resolve grows weaker. She begins to wonder if the girl above will once again leave her in peace.
Compared to 2020’s real-life plague, threat of fascist coup, and so on, your work has suffered from a lack of terrifying imagination.
When I hear this song, I remember how Krakenfuss kept her grocery store open on Christmas Eve. She was the richest person in town and the meanest.