“Rap is crap.

You know, totally whack!

I mean really; Its fact.

How am I expected to-

I’ve not been directed to-

This is gonna suck,

I’m seriously fucked.

All i wanted was to come to school,

LEARN,

But now all i do is yearn,

Yearn to be gone, free, escaped from here,

Home, Hell, nowhere near,

this class.

Cause it’s whack.

Its like Rap- We went over this already-

Rap. Is. Crap.”

Class assignment where some students had to teach the class. They decided to “teach” us about Rap.  … they failed. lol

Dear whoever manages my life,

I just want to thank you for giving me, or allowing me to get, diabetes. It’s been an absolutely wonderful thing to carry every day of my life. OH, and even better, THANKS for giving it to my baby sister too. Thanks to you, she can never know what it’s like to be a normal kid. Wonderful. Every day of my life since i was 8 years old, I’ve had to deal with this. I’m 17 now. that NINE YEARS. Nine years I’ve had to live in fear fear that one day I or my sister won’t wake up. Fear that one (or both) of us will have serious complications from this. Fear that neither of us can ever live a truly normal life now. So Thank you for giving me such a wonderful gift.

PS. This is SO last season, I wouldn’t recommend giving it to anyone else, or even re gifting it.

**To be read in sarcastic tone**

Another old school assignment. We had to write a letter to someone who gave us something.