Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
So Mike walks up to me, holding a broken dustpan, going ‘how cute! Look, it’s so cute!’
and im just sitting there, very confused, but i don’t dare disagree with him
and then i see movement
oh
there’s a tiny ant on the dustpan
Was doing grocery shopping today, and while i was in the store i was listening to some music when a lady from the store came to me.
She said that people where complaining about my music and that it was too loud, and that i should turn my terrible rock music off.
I looked her in the eyes while i gave one earbud to her and told her to listen to it.
She did it and i saw how her expression went from boss to completly defeated, she walked away angry not saying anything.
Conclusion of this story: people were not complaining about my music but about my existense becouse i was’nt listening to rock.
I was listening to winter from bach.
So you know how people compare schools to prisons, well mine can honestly be called that. The person who designed my school was a prison architect, more than half of the classrooms don’t have windows. Therefore every time I walk outside I’m pretty much blinded by natural light.