It's troubling to see how many students these days have totally zero school pride. They don't bother about their school, they don't get involved in events, and they just seem indifferent. It's like they've disregarded what it means to be part of a team and support their fellow students. This lack of passion is negative to the entire school culture.
This Cap Doesn't Fit
Man, this cap just won't cooperate! I'm struggling to adjust it, but it still feels tight. Maybe my head is just not meant for this. I guess it goes to show you that sometimes fit just right.
Oh well, on to the next one!
This Isn't My Old School
When I see the words "alma mater|my old school|the place where I learned}", it doesn't evoke feelings of warmth and nostalgia. For me, it's a distant concept. Maybe because my years there were not like others, or perhaps I simply haven't had the time to look back. Whatever the reason, that phrase doesn't carry the same meaning for me as it does for others.
It's not that I regret my time at school. It was a time of learning, just not one that feels familiar in the way many people describe.
Perhaps it's because I discovered my passions beyond the traditional school setting. Or maybe it's because my memories are defined by specific experiences. Whatever the case, "Not My Alma Mater|My School Is Different|This Isn't My Old School", and that's perfectly okay.
I Bleed Red
The society doesn't accept that I ooze a different color. They watch with fear as I display the fact of my nature. My blood is a sign of {somethingelse that they can't imagine. They classify me as alien, but I am simply special.
School Spirit? Never Heard Of Her
Seriously, school/the whole idea of/that thing they call click here "school spirit/spirit week/pep rallies" is about as appealing/relevant/interesting to me as a moldy sandwich/root canal/trip to the dentist. I'd rather be practicing my guitar/reading a good book/taking a nap than wearing my school colors and participating in lame competitions. Give me brains over brawn any day!
- My teachers/My friends/Even my family all think I'm weird/missing out/crazy, but whatever. Their enthusiasm is contagious.
- One day, I might understand
Just Here for the Snacks
Let's be real, sometimes gathering/ chilling/hanging out with people/ friends/squad is all about the spread/ feast/ bounty! I mean, who can resist a good platter/ selection/ assortment of tasty treats/ goodies/ munchies? It's like a buffet/ an oasis/ the promised land of deliciousness/ yumminess/ pure snacking heaven. Give me pizza rolls any day! I totally prioritize/live for/am here for those snacks/ goodies/ bites that make a gathering/ hangout/ party truly unforgettable.