Are you going to class today?

I seem to be taking school less and less seriously. It kind of seems optional, rather than something that is enforced by a school-skipping-officer or whatever they're called, from New York Minute. I have been skipping class so frequently that its become blase whenever I get caught. 

"Ugh, Courtney? Again?"

My maths teacher seems unpleasantly surprised on the off occasion that I do actually turn up to class, I mean, the only reason I go is because I totally need to pass maths to do the uni course I want to do. Otherwise you so know that I would be with all the other burnouts smoking behind the oval.

I kind of stopped handing in my English essays because my teacher knows I'm a reasonably competent writer. I think I attend less school now than I did in Year 9. Year 9 was my rebellious-and-becoming-fat-year. Now my life is a becoming fat year. Fat isn't at all becoming on me...lolz. Most girls at school, when they don't feel like going to class go to see Charmaine. Charmaine is the fat school counselor. I wouldn't see her for serious problems because I think she gossips about us to other teachers #biatch. We once made up this big elaborate story in order to get out of class (either maths or Japanese probz), and we went crying to Charmaine. We told her abut how our friend had been hanging out with this new boyfriend and she drinks on school nights and her boyfriend introduced her to his friend 'Mary-Jane' (my life has turned into the friends fake life). We thought we were so fucking clever until Charmaine said she was going to call our parents to let them know. Then we freaked out and never saw her again. Oh Charmaine.

That's because they cant afford cologne

As much as we all want to kick school to the side like it has herpes, and as much as I don't want to admit it, I actually really like school. Although you wouldn't think it from all of the countless 'sick' days that I take off, 

"I just really need some me time." - my entire life is 'me time'.

School is actually okay. There. I said it. Well, my school is at least, apart from the fact that it looks like a small nursing home. My school is this tiny private girls school where we all pretend not to judge public school kids, 

"they don't expect me to pay for their meth addiction through tax later in life do they?" 

or 

"oh my god, don't make eye contact, they might try talking to us." 

or 

"ew it stinks on this bus."  

"that's because they cant afford cologne."

but really, we do, because lets face it were so much better than them because we have super cute uniforms. #elitism.

You walk into school, there are teachers at the gate doing uniform checks, you, always the natural rebel, are wearing your sports uniform #unflatteringlesbianoutfit. You have to walk around to the back gate. Ew, little children. You make it into school without getting another detention for the numerous laws broken; nail polish, make-up, short skirt, ripped stockings, breathing, hair out, earrings, life. You dump your bag in the locker and sit with everyone else on the balcony. Then obvs you attend (sometimes) classes. At lunch, if its super hot you all lie on each other in a pathetic attempt to tan, or if its cold you break into a classroom and watch Teen Mom.

I think I might be somewhere in the middle... but I really cant be sure.

The amount of shit that we do at school is ridiculous. Alexia once hid under the table for half a class and the teacher didn't notice for the entire period, even after Alexia had crawled out of the classroom. That teacher was a bitch anyway. There are these houses next door, behind the school and we thought it would be a great idea if we went in their children's cubby house to smoke weed *we were just stupid and that thing about weed was a lie. Basically what happened was that my friend Casey, climbed the fence, was in their garden and then the owner of the house came out and saw this creepy girl in her garden. She threatened to call the school but Casey just said she dropped an earring #everygirlsexcuseforanythingthatorigotmyperiod. So that's school.