me in eighth grade
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bai-xue-lives: theglowpt2: my mom is an eighth grade science teacher and was complaining to me about how many of her students don’t believe in evolution or the moon landing and spent a whole class period trying to argue with her that the earth is flat
jillianholtzmanns: “Let me tell you something about Janis Ian. We were best friends in middle school. I know, right? It’s so embarrassing. I don’t even…Whatever. So then in eighth grade, I started going out with my first boyfriend Kyle who was
Let me tell you something about Petyr Baelish. We were best friends in middle school. I know, right? It's so embarrassing. I don't even... Whatever. So then in eighth grade, I started going out with my first boyfriend Brandon who was totally gorgeous
godstiel:we’ve all accidentally incorrectly come out as bisexual in new jersey and had to walk it back its okay. Dont even worry about it
filmcinematography: “Tell me about it, about a time you remember being happy, carefree.”“There was this one day back in eighth grade. It wasn’t that long ago, but time felt different back then. Like there was more of it. We spent the morning at
sunsextings: This post is very important to me. Basically, the picture says it all. I’m gay. I know I am only attracted to girls, I’m not confused, I’m not going through a phase. In eighth-grade, I came out as bisexual. I had known that I liked
favorite movies: Mean Girls (2004) “She’s so pathetic. Let me tell you something about Janis Ian. We were best friends in middle school. I know, right? It’s so embarrassing. I don’t even… Whatever. So then in eighth grade, I started going
hamacidal: ultrafunnypictures: You can read up to 500 words per minute THIS MADE ME CRY WHAT THE FUCK My last literacy test in eighth grade was 200 wpm
escola-de-hogwarts: Mean Girls (2004) “She’s so pathetic. Let me tell you something about Janis Ian. We were best friends in middle school. I know, right? It’s so embarrassing. I don’t even… Whatever. So then in eighth grade, I started going
Let me tell you something about Irene. We were best friends in middle school. I know, right? It's so embarrassing. I don't even... Whatever. So then in eighth grade, Katrina hit, and Irene was like, weirdly jealous of her. Like, if I would rate her a
