i was just googling myself a few minutes ago

nd i came across something that made me think; oh man, i was SUCH a sophisticated sixth grader.

this was back when teachers forced you to churn out poems, haikus… rhymes.. sonnets? and these really easy ones… i forget what they were called.. but obviously they didn’t require much thought =__=

anyway, our city had this annual publication of poems called urban voices and our teacher, ms morrison (who we all thought had a thing with the science teacher, but apparently he was already married? idk, does a male teacher and a female teacher hanging out all the time a sign…?)

anyway, she was really keen on having us all submit something so we’d get published. (this is where my delusions of wanting to be a published something started, after this i went on to write for the city newspaper.. like smh in australia, gosh, things are so easy when you’re a kid)

so yeah, i went to her desk with a stack of crappy poems and this was like.. the second one she went through and she was all ecstatic and said happily “this is it! submit this one!”

i was unhappy. she hadn’t even gotten to my emo ones that were all like omgomgomg my life is so messed up totally dunno what i wanna be.. and stuff. little did i know, after being … like doused in attention at the ceremony after being the only one chosen at my school… that i’d return to her next year desperate to feel special again… and with a poem that basically reeked of …gossebumpy awkwardness.

i swear. if i was a grown english teacher and i read the following ‘poem’ i’d lolmypants off. =___= dramatic seventh graders, thinking they’re old enough to understand the world and then conquer it.. and more.

im so embarassed.. but for the sake of being complete, this post needs this;

goddd *smashes own brain in with a rock*

i can’t believe i pretty much just put in three jobs in my poem, engineers was probably only there for the G as well. =__= i was probably itching to put in doctor.

anyway, notice i stuck with the very retard-friendly poem type. yeah. i clearly had no talent in poetry. but omg, i obvs sounded desperate enough to get chosen again.

fml. even as i flip through the books now, everyone else was AND IS so much wittier and cleverer than i was.. and i am today…. aissh.

i don’t think anything has changed T__T to this very day. still wish people would flip to my articles the second they get their hands on a publication with my writing in it. gooooosh. it’s like one of those dreams people have but don’t have the abilities to see through.. hm

sadder thing is, i probably would have continued submitting poor-excuses-for-poems until the end of my school career, except i changed school boards.. so yeah. so sad to know i knew no shame =___=

speaking of which.. im handing out the last issue of actualite tomoz. : (

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