Don’t worry, when school starts, I’ll be sure to send you all my essays. That could be the motivation that pushes me through the year. Even if I fail the class, it’s sooo worth.
Yuh, my essays have always been elite. So good and so hilarious that they gave me a failing grade every time to not make others feel bad. It’s ok though, they’re just jealous of my swexyness.
Oh, so do I. It’s the one type of homework I don’t mind doing. It always feels so rewarding knowing that my teacher read my work and was so impressed that she said “please refrain from using the word swexy again”. Of course she has to fail me for that essay, but she secretly loves it.
Early in the year is my best chance. When the essay topics are super basix and I can turn any topic into Ariana grande. Maybe I’ll tell them about bubble baths, cheesecake, and sparkling water. They’re really not ready to read my Ari puns…