That 5 minute party you have when the teacher leaves the class.
I hate doing presentations
Right before you get up your like:
then you finally are called to go up and your legs are like:
Then the audience is staring at you like:
and the others are like:
or
and your insides are like:
and then come the smart ass kids that ask questions:
at the end everyone just ends up clapping sarcastically like:
I wanna go back to the generation where “going out” was going on a date, not immediatly begin bf/gf. I wanna go back to the generation when a guy had to get permission from the girl’s parents to ask her out. I wanna go back to the generation where a guy would physically call her and talk to her, not text. I wanna go back to the generation where your first kiss would be with someone you’ve been dating for months, not hookup with a guy you meet in a club. I wanna go back to the generation where a guy would give you his varsity jacket. I wanna go back to the generation where a girl can get any guy just by wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of sneakers. I wanna go back to the generation where couples slow danced, not grind. I wanna go back to the generation where love actually made sense…
