Rain is a blessing. When it rains during school, my listlessness vanishes, I feel warm and belly-happy.
But some people don't appreciate the rain.
Today at lunch the "administrative assistant" I lovingly refer to as "Anal Tear" was patrolling the quad, ordering people enjoying the weather to find shelter. "We're in high school now."
Yeah. We are in high school. Perhaps it's time we are treated like young adults.
It's strange; Anal Tear figures were everywhere in middle school. Freshman year, it was about half and half. By sophomore year, most of the faculty's authoritarian douchiness had subsided and this year, I can't think of another person besides Ol' Crabbytats who still ascribes to that outdated, awful system. I wonder if she knows how universally disliked she is.
Anyway, it's raining, and I'm happy.