*puts John Green book between teeth* It’s a metaphor, you see. You put the killing thing right between your teeth, and it kills you. That’s it. You don’t have a choice.
This is how to run a stick of Chapstick
down the black boxes on your scantron
so the grading machine skips the wrong
answers. This is how to honor roll. Hell,
this is how to National Honor Society.
This is being voted “Most Likely to Marry
for Money” or “Talks the Most, Says the
Least” for senior superlatives. This is
stepping around the kids having panic
attacks in the hallway. This is being the
kid having a panic attack in the hallway.
This is making the A with purple moons
stamped under both eyes. We had to try.
This is telling the ACT supervisor you have
ADHD to get extra time. Today, the average
high school student has the same anxiety
levels as the average 1950’s psychiatric
patient. We know the Pythagorean theorem
by heart, but short-circuit when asked
“How are you?” We don’t know. We don’t
know. That wasn’t on the study guide.
We usually know the answer, but rarely
F. Scott Fitzgerald’s masterpiece The Great Gatsby was published today, April 10th, in 1925. Since then the book has infiltrated almost every corner of popular culture.
Cheers to you Mr. Fitzgerald!
young adult authors everywhere
#And she was an old soul who raised herself, also her eyes were deep pools
#And she didn’t wear makeup but it was okay because she had flawless skin anyway
she was special and unique because unlike other girls she read a book and drank a tea and didnt talk about a clothes