How to describe my first day back at the good ol’ education…well, ya know, it wasn’t great. It was terrible. It made me feel like my world was crashing down around me and shattering into a million little LEGOs, which I then stepped on, with apparently bare feet.
There’s nothing terrible about school when you’ve been at it for a while, you get sort of numb, if you know what I mean. What I’m saying is, after you get kicked in the shin, it hurts. Then after a while, it bruises up and then it doesn’t hurt as much. So, in the beginning of the school year, I was figuratively kicked in the shin. I was also literally kicked in the shin…god, leather riding boots can be deadly. Anyway, over the course of the year up until winter break, I was feeling the pain a bit less. And then during break, I felt no pain, but the bruise was still there. But on the first day back, that bruise was kicked again, harder than ever, and this time by a kangaroo wearing steel toe boots.
Well, it didn’t quite kill me. But my shin can’t last much longer. I mean, eventually school’ll kick me so hard in the shin that it’ll just collapse and I’ll topple over. Hopefully not in a literal sense this time.
Everyone always says that seeing your friends again makes it worth it. It doesn’t. Because no matter how many friends I’ve got, I know it’s every man for himself at school. Someone’ll act sorry about your B-, then go home and tell their parents they got a higher grade than you just to make ’em proud. Backstabbing bastards. If I was a backstabbing bastard, what I’d do is I’d only make friends with people with worse grades than me. But I’m not a backstabbing bastard. I promise.
I guess the fact that I’m writing puts a damper on the effect, but FYI, when I said that last part, I winked and made a clicky sort of sound with my tongue.