so every year after the juniors finish reading The Great Gatsby my high school english teacher throws a Gatsby party at his huge house and everyone shows up in period clothing and Charlestons to 20s music and my english teacher just wears a suit and stands off to the side staring wistfully out the window the entire night
you guys think I’m joking??
Speech to Mean: When I was a little kid I spent so much time daydreaming, and I daydream mostly about what it would be like to stand on a big stage and sing the songs I wrote for a lot of people. That was the most popular daydream I had but something else that I used to dream about a lot when I was younger and in school is, I used to think that when you grow up there are no more mean kids, no more bullies, nobody picking on you. So I just think “I can’t wait to grow up, no one is ever going to be mean to you”.I genuinely thought that meanness is something that people outgrow. That’s no exactly true. No matter who you are, no matter what your job is, no matter where you are in life, no matter where you are in the world, there’s always gonna be somebody who picks on you. I just got out my banjo and started writing this song…