by RamenDealer November 7, 2023

Catholic high school is mundy illinois. Really weird place. Nobody here “upholds the Carmel values”. Not even the teachers. I’m looking at the female English teachers at the end of the 100 hallway. I doubt more than 5 students can actually name all 5 or 7 of them values or whatever. The kids are really fake. Faker than any other school in the entire lake county. Shit spreads like wildfire here. Everyone is always up in everyone else’s business. Carmel is NOT a family and anyone who says that is a liar. You don’t bully and harass your family members like that dude. The only good thing about carmel is the athletics, the cafeteria food, and Father Christian. Best priest ever. But literally everything else at Carmel is ass. Even the hallways smell awful. And the boys 500 bathroom is even worse. Morelia is a fat ugly annoying slob and nobody has any idea where she gets off with an ego and attitude almost as big as her weight. Can she please learn to shut up. Don’t come here!
Things students at Carmel Catholic High School tend to say:
Why does the hallway smell like an ass bomb
Why is everyone here so annoying
Don’t go in the 500 bathroom, someone pooped in the urinal
“Did you hear *name* cheated on *name* with *name*” - 437 students and more twisted and fabricated each time
I hate coming here I wanna transfer
The hockey boys are the most annoying people I’ve ever encountered
Why does the hallway smell like an ass bomb
Why is everyone here so annoying
Don’t go in the 500 bathroom, someone pooped in the urinal
“Did you hear *name* cheated on *name* with *name*” - 437 students and more twisted and fabricated each time
I hate coming here I wanna transfer
The hockey boys are the most annoying people I’ve ever encountered
by ccanonymous October 27, 2024

Where all the kids walk around the school looking like emos and transes. They mostly look at porn and jack off to the fine teachers, but the other half looks like they carry M-16s and Aks in their backpack.
Ted: See that homeless man on the road eating a chimichanga
Jerry:Yea, that’s Manual High School s best student
Ted:Didn’t he shoot up the school?
Jerry:Yea, still their best student
Jerry:Yea, that’s Manual High School s best student
Ted:Didn’t he shoot up the school?
Jerry:Yea, still their best student
by slimshady53 October 12, 2021

The euphoric feeling of relief and liberation one gets after cancelling or flaking out on a commitment they were dreading, especially one made out of obligation, societal pressure, or to appease someone else.
Particularly experienced by introverts faced with social obligations, but can apply to anyone ditching something they're not vibing with. Like a runner's high, but for being a flake.
Particularly experienced by introverts faced with social obligations, but can apply to anyone ditching something they're not vibing with. Like a runner's high, but for being a flake.
"Sarah was riding that flaker's high after she decided to Netflix and chill instead of going to that overcrowded music festival she got invited to."
"Dude, are you going to Mike's party tonight?"
"Nah, just flaked. Riding the flaker's high now and binging on ice cream."
"Dude, are you going to Mike's party tonight?"
"Nah, just flaked. Riding the flaker's high now and binging on ice cream."
by Dee Baggins September 15, 2023

by Honeymoney* June 16, 2018

Meta (from the greek "beyond) -high (i.e. state after utilizing cannabis) is a state of delusion in which the person is so high they forget they are high. In this state the person exhibits traits of pseudo-intelligence and is oblivious of normal human behavior.
Leo was in a meta-high state and believed he understood machine learning with no problem, boasting that doing a simple convolutions was the answer. Leo was meta-high and completely wrong.
by messiah_d10s October 22, 2017

The act of scrambling through your house looking for keys, wallet, and other essentials that were misplaced the previous evening while you were next-level lit.
I was way late for work this morning. I played high and seek for thirty minutes until I finally found my cell phone.
by Dylan Donnie-Duke Dali Llama November 1, 2017
