Just post whatever comes to mind.
Please refrain from excess venting in this thread. Talking about negative emotions is fine but it's best not to dwell on them for too long. TV Tropes is not suited to deal with mental health situations.
If Oscar Wilde had lived in our time, he would be a /b/tard.
Actually, scratch that. He does, and goes by Jethro Q Walrustitty.
Edited by GastonRabbit on Nov 11th 2022 at 8:59:26 AM
I've only ever studied in places that required uniforms. Although my middle and high school's regulation started changing slightly over the years. The first time they allowed the teachers to wear shorts during summer it even was published in a newspaper (I suppose because it's the only federal school, and also over a hundred years old). So maybe they now allow male students to wear the P.E. uniform during summer too? I never felt bothered to do so. Although, at least during high school, since P.E. was the last class (and classmates were constantly unbearable in the lockers) I'd leave without changing and was never stopped, even during winter.
Also, once in high school they stopped being so strict on the shoes. I'd say it was the hardest rule of the dress code to follow because while multiple stores sell the uniform, and I think there's a traditional female black footwear that's easy to find, I had to rely on finding, y'know, brand black shoes. And I suppose fully black shoes fell out of fashion, so they stopped being made. I mean, I could find either very cheap or very expensive black shoes, but the former wouldn't last very long, and I (read: my parents, but of course I agree) wasn't going to pay R$ 200 for shoes. Even if we could. Specially for something I'd be wearing five days a week for a whole year.
I've heard of a guy who went to school wearing a skirt at least once, but I'm not really sure on the details. I know at one point and multiple students supposed wore skirts in protest against something, and the news I heard from the event was that in reality all news sources and rumours going around were all mistaken or lying, and the event was about something else entirely. I hadn't even seen those other news, so I dunno. All I know is that I saw one of those magazines for teen girls published an actually very good article about gender, identity, and sexual and romantic attraction in response, which made me very surprised.
... I just found the article by googling it. It was actually real. Oh, so that's where I found the Genderbread Person!
It's so quiet tonight.
I smell magic in the air. Or maybe barbecue.I remember few years living in Kansas.
My God, at least from my experience, that place had the most gorgeous girls.
....Thank God I didn't learn about masturbation back then.
I'm a (socialist) professional writer serializing a WWII alternate history webnovel.I find myself already missing that lightheadedness I was feeling from my chocolate martini. ^_^;;
I smell magic in the air. Or maybe barbecue.Chocolate??
Did you just said......chocolate??!!
Chocolate???!!!.......
CHOCOLATEEE!!!!!!!!!
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-gives Clown a literal ton of chocolate-
Let's see if you can get past my Beelzemon. Mephiles, WARP SHINKA!Thank you.
What's next? Reed Richards actually working for Dr. Doom? Superman collaborating with Darkseid?
In my country's search engine, if you type "Cap" the first thing you will get is "captain america hydra".
I'm a (socialist) professional writer serializing a WWII alternate history webnovel.It's fourth in Google, and Bing doesn't even consider it.
This is a signature.Okay, you know what, my opinion has changed.
Captain America being revealed to be a Hydra agent...that's actually incredibly hilarious. Like, funnier than anything involving him.
I'm a (socialist) professional writer serializing a WWII alternate history webnovel.I drew this. Took me my whole afternoon but I like it a lot!
edited 27th May '16 1:44:38 PM by electronic-tragedy
Life is hard, that's why no one survives.And damn you should.
I'm a (socialist) professional writer serializing a WWII alternate history webnovel.That's some awesome artwork right there.
Time well spent and you should feel proud of yourself, mate.
I'm a (socialist) professional writer serializing a WWII alternate history webnovel.Your facts for the day: Gum trees have been known to explode during bushfires. They also like to drop entire (extremely heavy) branches with little warning.
edited 27th May '16 5:06:54 PM by Murataku
Everybody's all "Jerry's old and feeble" till they see him run down a skyscraper and hijack a helicopter mid-flight.Bit into an apple from the fridge.
Forgot I had one in my lunch bag.
Decided to eat them both.
Now I'm gonna be all full of apple.
If I was gonna be a monster, I would make myself look utterly ridiculous. Like, I'd be a giant duck with a clown wig. Then I'd scare one guy, probably a Cloud Cuckoo Lander. That guy would tell his friends, "I was attacked by a giant duck with a clown wig!" They'd think it was just another non sequitur and laugh.
Then I would follow him again, and kill him.
I would then find another person, attack them, let them tell everyone, and then kill them. Eventually, people would believe that the very act of speaking my name leads to death.
I would be able to kill whoever I wanted, because everyone would be too afraid to say anything about it!
Graduation ended.
My class was the last of the old guard.
Seeing as we used to have 3 rival high schools they merged into one.
Howdy, I'm ClownToy, ClownToy the Clown. Now, please receive my friendliness balloons.
edited 28th May '16 11:43:06 AM by ClownToy
yeah dress codes are bs
like if i want to wear a skirt higher than my knees and show my shoulders than i damn well should be able to
okay but seriously dress codes are there to prevent lawsuits usually; not to restrict people from wearing stuff
edited 26th May '16 4:05:48 PM by EpicBleye
"There's not a girl alive who wouldn't be happy being called cute." ~Tamamo-no-Mae