Located on 201 Scoville Ave, students are three thirds white, one fourth hater, and one third potheads who bleed
orange n
blue. White
kids are constantly trying to disassociate with the fact they they are, in fact, white. The underclass
caf, or fight club, think theyre tough but every breath just adds another chromosome to their body. The upperclass
caf is loud with
kids who want to be noticed before they graduate. Art hoes, or stuckup kids with sticks so far up they can't sit, are notoriously known for never letting anyone into art spaces. Self diagnose is the true way to go so
don't complain unless you have ten disabilities and four aneurysms a
day. Drama kids could drown in tears cried over the fact they
don’t have friends. Band can’t
stop banging eachother. Sports kids suck their way to the
top and act like gods, but really they're as sad as the rest of us, if not more. The fifteen million other clubs just exist. All OPRF kids are stuckup entitled whiners who
don’t understand what a life is. They think they do, but being friends with sophomore science teachers ain't gonna give jobs. The freshmen have filled the halls with
vape and look like two yearolds. It's a surprise we're still alive. No wonder no college wants us. Its a pain for anyone who is slightly less engrossed in living their golden years out in highschool. Overall theyre a bunch of sleepdeprived potheads trying to ignore the petty cliques constantly indirecting anyone“triggering”.
