Are scary.
I'm trying to think of the worst possible scenarios.
Like, I could spend an hour in the wrong classroom.
Or show up an hour late.
Or bend over to pick up a pencil and fart.
Terrifying.
Or everybody could hate me.
Or they could love me so much that they suffocate me with their hugs.
Or the teachers could hate me.
And give me extra homework until my brain falls out of my eyes.
Horrible.
Or they could be brainwashers,
and make me eat the cafeteria food, which is drugged.
I'm bringing my own lunch.
And multiple pencils.
And I'll hold my head up like my nose is bleeding,
so my brains can't fall out of my eyes.
